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Hunter
Hunter
David J Walker
October
and the first return
Of the Canada Geese
Since your last breath after
the first of the year
I watched the skies
For the form of your body which I swore
To you I would recognize
Autumn Geese
Feigning wisdom
in the pedantic tidings
of a foreign language
How important
It must be
to have someone
Recognize you in
This different form
On a distant farm
It’s why I leave corn
By the pond
Every morn
It’s why I no longer
Go hunting
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