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Look
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He was already
Driving home from
Taos, every few miles a bird
black and black over plunged
the highway ahead Each time she asked
him its name That is a raven.
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You always say
that she said (1)
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A week later hands
under hands under
a table, she listens neck bent In the grand canyon
I saw two checking out
the landscape riding a thermal
playing People assume human beings
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are the only creatures capable of aesthetic
appreciation The male and female(2), I think,
have the capability of caring for one
another, mate for life
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So many sugar pouches under the leg of our vague wanting to be ravens
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In sleep he has never flown but fallen fallen fallen
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from building into sand (3)
Now she on the other
hand remembers in her stomach how
to lift and dive without
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fear feathers mark pages in her
books, prick her thighs through
thin pockets when she crouches
She stuffs them
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ruffled into bottles shakes them out to check for black
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