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CALLING

November 16, 2018 Brooks

CALLING
Dead limb.
Hunched hawk.
Rust-red shoulders
glow. Morning breeze
flutters cinnamon
feathers.
Yellow eyes knife
empty space.
Ignored.
Kiiir, kiir
splits cool air,

no answer.

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