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audobon society

 The tv is on down the hall voices compete
 for attention from delicate hammock earlobes.

I think it is the national geographic channel. 

 They announce the modern evolution of the 
species one by one.

 They say things like most Canadian geese these
days are  loud mouthed episcopalians.

Not like the long legged crane Lutherans who dont
 Seem bothered by solitude.

Cameras shutter speed to record the flight..

Singular wake of where a leg once stood..

Speaking in hushed tones as he rises.

"you know my throat grew so dry in 
those grasses".

Yet still looking out my window reminds me that the
 Ravin is an elegant priest..

Squawking corsley over long concrete robes.. 

chain smoking on a light post and eating 
ramen noodles that have spilled from 
my garbage can.

Copyright © nathan martin | Year Posted 2017


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