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More in Dregs & Other Unreadables celebrating green massA mountain lion in my eye
with a rabbit in his mouth this is exhaultation, God dancing on my lips. The warm blood dripping to the crisp brown leaves beneath his feet this is the hymn, I sing everytime I breathe. Suddenly he yowls, silence is my response this is prayer, Afternoon growing cold and damp. An elk stands antler shadows in my eye with the mountain lion gone this is mourning, God setting with the sun. |
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