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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