By Earle Thompson
Walking on the thread, he listens
to their morning cries
as they fall from straw nests
to grassy fields; no, waking
dew hangs on barbwire fence
cold as spring
embryos
vested robins skitter
spiders weave stories, stutter,
blood on the earth.
(photo by Brooke Kempner)
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