another way of looking at a black bird

-for the raven over Pearl Street and especially Karen Chamberlain

After thirteen years,
I finally understand
the raven’s word.

Awe! Awe! Awe!

Look! Isn’t that the sun
it carries in its beak?
Isn’t that the dawn
in my own dark belly?

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