Friday, April 9, 2010
on the road to Tucumán
Loros & a Zorro
Parrots on wire, on wing
above a ginger fox
— a calico ginger
the feathered ears & eyes
so like a cat —
at the side of the road
ears & eyes & nose
even motionless feathers
sensing all that moves
whiskers, a black
nose & white-tipped
snout, surrounded by
a dozen shades of ginger.
White-tipped black
feathers spell gray.
What if every prey
colored its killer — mouse
& mole & careless parrot
& caterpillar & lizard
& bumblebee that stings
the lips when swallowed.
What sweet & sour
stingingest, numbingest flavor
would we tongue & swallow?
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