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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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North of San Francisco on blood stained ground

the little raven cawed east of last rays of sunlight
through the redwood, celebrating the Sonoma chipmunk dinner

a blacktailed deer, bound from his raucous voice
over the garter snakes, salamanders, newts
and the pleasant smell of rot

she whispered in my ear,
"Here in Muir, I knew we'd find peace."


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