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Shutta Crum
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PRETENSE A long-beaked bird, brown, sits on a broad bough, scolding the white cat that crawls across the lawn, acting like a chameleon. PLEASE TEASE Bee, bumble me. Brook, babble my ears. I'm too long gone From your bee bop and brook boogie. Leafy lady, carry me in your high boughs. Cool these hot heels. Tangle my too-tame hair, You messy breezes. SOLITARY COMPANION A child at the window Watches the others play Like a pale day moon, Waiting for night to fall. GOURMET (Ann Arbor, Michigan, 2004) Each summer a white owl perched on the bricks above the Greek restaurant on Main Street. Perhaps he basked in the smell of souvlaki, of gyros, and cinnamon rice pudding wafting out the door. More likely, he watched for pigeons from his roost. But now he's gone, along with the pigeons. --Was there a secret plot to rid the city of them?-- He might have gone in search of Chinese or French food. More likely pigeon was his haute cuisine. Marilyn Churchill, Ann Arbor |
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