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Signs and PortentsThe night before her death a herd of elkstraddled the road, magnificent companions to the winter. They grazed while the car passed on. The hours before she took her life, a rabbit leapt into the road under daylight, and I braked and it leapt into the dry faded grass. The end of that long day I drove through dusk and night, I searched for antler crown and fur, coyote cross and owl swoop, found no consolation. The week's end a bull elk stood in the road after the rosary. It represented nothing, but heaved its hulking mass into motion, left me quickened in my braking car. |
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Issue #24, December, 2001 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.