I have cut myself away
from the entangled coils
of ship and state
drawn more to songs
among the cactus cuckoos
at first light of dawn—
tossed across the pasture
deep-throated news
I can depend on
while a lone quail hollers
to awaken coveys
like children for school.
But I still don’t trust
the cry-baby whines
of our arrogant Ring Neck’s.
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nice poem- reminded of the kildees’ nests strangely placed within the railroad tracks
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Thanks, Andrew, we mustn’t forget the Killdeer!
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Love this one with some of my favorite sounds! I just hope the Tulare Wolf calls don’t show up.
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I understand that our immigrant wolves hold a special place in the hearts of many. But like arson, just one more thing to deal with. I’d not be happy to hear wolves take the coyotes’ place in this canyon. Rather listen to the birds.
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Wondering if you would be interested in showing your poems and photographs at the Exeter Art Gallery. Perhaps a reading as well??
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Let me think about it, Andrew.
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