We’ve all heard that thud—
stunned on the grass,
breathing hard, drawn close
to the hollow flight-feather,
beak cranking, the claw
scratching at air
till the neck warps, under
the sun-struck wall—
the other side of love.

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This article originally appeared in The New Criterion, Volume 30 Number 8, on page 34
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