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29 In ponderosa shade again I look down past the grand trunk into the river, then imagine a kingfisher hovering in front of me. It dives and emerges with a dripping fish, scales shining like mica. |
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Issue #33, June, 2003 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.