LOON

Moon’s

Light rays

Out over the loom

Of wind-rippled lake.

Light bars flash in the eye of a loon,

That still shore sentinel watching the sand lapped, slaking

It’s endless thirst, hissing. She opens her long mouth

And boldly hoots her runes into the ear

Of the intimate, feathering wind,

Stately spreads her wings

And flies straight into

The moon’s

Cold

Eye.

(1995)

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