Upon an oak
its agaty breast heaved
into a moon,
then the kingfisher fell,
wings fanned open
like Japan.
Moorhens climbed
up naked roots
as the dog dragged me
through thorns;
blood welled over my hands
into cherries.
Read by Canadian poet R L Raymond
its agaty breast heaved
into a moon,
then the kingfisher fell,
wings fanned open
like Japan.
Moorhens climbed
up naked roots
as the dog dragged me
through thorns;
blood welled over my hands
into cherries.
Read by Canadian poet R L Raymond
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