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December 9, 2013

On that road in Iowa
a flock of sparrows
became a dragon twisting upon itself
and up,
beyond sanity,
into the new year’s sky
leaving me simple and heavy on the pavement.

Camus saw it as did Eisenly and Steinbeck, the
dragon’s secret always evident and everywhere;
the plains and forests and reefs.

Sharks dart at minnows,
find a great serpent
they can nibble,
but who’s heart in inviolate.

Terrible and heartening, I wanted,
at once,
to flee and pursue.


From → poetry

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