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Sonnet for the Wood Ducks
The wood ducks aren’t splitting the stream today. Did I dream the ornate etching they wear on their feathered backs? It is winter, says the stream. A scream can be a weather event. Once I saw a mountain bluebird without knowing what I saw. Shock [...]
