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Richard Stokes

Waxwings in the Ash They enliven the snowy tree as they attack the winter berries bright red against white. A truck passing on the street backfires, startles the birds. They flutter and rearrange. One crashes against our window, falls lifeless. The other birds, like the larger society, digest the tragedy, continue to perch and peck.

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Cirque, Vol. 7 No. 1  

A Literary Journal for the North Pacific Rim

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