The Hide on Shapwick Moor Flash of black and white & a wily woodpecker claws into a crammed peanut filled feeder to swing in rhythm with the wind who hurries along a middle-aged grey pheasant but stays the wide-eyed rabbitShadow of raptor pulls my eye up into a sky of dipping treetops from her added mass swaying against our shared desire for flesh & it is as if the winds were waves & her beak an arrow of timeRipple of roe deer rises over far off reedbeds as dimuendo of choraling chaffinches chase a herd of blue tits above an emerald pond hiding her reflectionsFlash of black & white & flash of black & white two wily woodpeckers claw in on either side of that feeder to meet themselves like in that painting Rossetti painted over and over of his honeymoonthe one he called 'How they met themselves' & just then i catch sight of the two of us in your camera lens aimed at our doppelgängers visiting their myriadselvesDeirdre Hines
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