by Margarita Engle
Motionless
in the forest
I watch
a raven’s flight
gunshots too close
must I explain
my own stillness
to wayward hunters?
if compression is the first grace of style
by Margarita Engle
Motionless
in the forest
I watch
a raven’s flight
gunshots too close
must I explain
my own stillness
to wayward hunters?
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