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Snapshot 26 January 02005

mid-night
in last week’s storm
hundreds of ducks

crowded
the curve of ice
along the river

low muttering
a whisper
of wings in water

everything quiet
heavy with snow
this morning

broken ice
covered with crows
lifting their wings

in dissension
if you were here
i would tell you

my life over
a meal perhaps
pad thai or chile

verde some too-
bright too-loud
restaurant you

passing through
and i pale lost
days at a time

i dream
a magician
makes things

appear, then vanish
the kestrel takes
sparrows every day

from the garden
and now
a red-tailed hawk

takes another
my neck has fallen
breasts belly

irresistibly attracted
to earth and i find it
no consolation that

this attraction
is mutual that
this ground

rises to meet my foot
the sky still black
the dogs still

sleeping and a hand
to the window-pane
pulls back chilled

     _0snowflake2_1

8 responses to “Snapshot 26 January 02005”

  1. Dave Avatar
    Dave

    I like this.

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  2. Avatar
    Anonymous

    me i like this thing of yer s a lot cause I am sick to death of all them other pretentious oafs in the world of poetics.

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  3. Avatar
    Anonymous

    change myy mind after reading yer things and yer boring repasted reviews like you is selling the obvious gueiness of your site . come on sis, do it. cut the cats and the slop!
    i am the onle one beeing reel honest to ya

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  4. Cathy Avatar
    Cathy

    Yesh if you going complained about somebody site . At least do in english.
    As for me,the poem is very excellent. I tried to read it last night, but feeling sick. Decide to wait untill I feel better. Alright I’m still not feeling better. But wanted to read it anyway 🙂

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  5. Kate S. Avatar
    Kate S.

    Beautiful imagery and sense of time. Crows lifting their wings in dissention. Hahaha! Those crows… I was watching two the other day, hopping around on top of the snow bank, one side of our driveway tunnel, next to the trees, on which I throw out old bread, crackers, pared produce, colorful vegetables and fruit peelings, splashing their pigment on white stew, a bright neon sign advertisement: “Good Eats” and the squirrels and birds and moose come by to nibble and knosh, but this time, two crows commandeered the post, daring any lesser creatures to challenge their imperialist ways. They ate their fill, then lifted off to go on patrol, leaving the majority for the minions, the underlings.
    Hey. I couldn’t figure out how to hear your audio version of the Ledge. There was nothing to click on, what did I do wrong, what did I miss? And how did you record it? I’ve tried yelling really loud at the monitor, but it didn’t take… And that illiterate troll? Jealous. Just jealous. Send it back to school. It was a child that got left behind. Way behind.

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  6. SB Avatar
    SB

    Kate, you must have flash enabled, I think, to even see the audio bar — perhaps you could enable it just to play the poem, and then disable it again?
    Or, alternately, switch to Firefox, which provides enough protection through the AdBlock extension that you might feel safe enough to have flash always enabled. Or it lets you turn it on and off.

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  7. Karen Avatar
    Karen

    Great imagery…
    Crows are fascinating to watch & listen to…

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  8. Adam Cohoon Avatar
    Adam Cohoon

    love the poem
    i blogged it
    my homepage: http://www.geocities.com/arc23/arcsp.htm
    my weblog — http://arcnwsptr.blogspot.com/
    shortcut to my page: http://surf.to/adamc/
    [ It’s easier to remember ]
    Adam Roy Cohoon [ARC]
    e-mail: arcohoon@hotmail.com
    [my main e-mail address]

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