Tonight the world is wild
and I am wild like the rabbit,
the red-faced fox, the trembling
field mice. When the summer rain
taps on the roof top like needles
hitting aluminum, I am rain;
a small grain of something
is the skeleton of everything.
And then, the architecture
of owls, wings are opened,
feathers turned out, the body thrown
on the wind in a wild, wild ride.
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