Powerlines hammock north of Austin where I chant psalms to your grackle tribes, cattle egrets tending heifers, a stew of robins thrashing in live oaks. I evangelize the rain stirring worms from dirt, that you, arctic terns, find your promised land twice each year, whooping cranes homebound to Arkansas, trumpet like seraphs, and you, white […]
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