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Song 3

It is said that far beyond Imuruk Basin
huge birds hunt whales on the open ocean.

Once shoved downslope by downbeat gusts
a man alone fell to one knee, erred, aimed
& pierced such a bird between its breast

& the narrow column of its neck. Careening

first up into the air & then a swaying slip
into the valley below
                                 it’s come to rest
beyond the subterranean terminus

of a rivulet sourced from snow on snow.
Posted 03/28/13
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