1/11/2011

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Two chickadees chase through the lilac and end up perched on adjacent twigs, ruffling their feathers—close as any pair of mobster enemies.

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  1. Closer

    Closer, says the ear to the voice–

    Closer, says the face to the water–

    Closer, says the throat to the song–

    Closer, say the tissues to the cell–

    Closer, says the mouth to the flame–

    Closer, says the hare to the hound–

    Closer, says the lilac to the unsuspecting chickadees–

    Closer, say the hundred leaves to the twig–

    Closer, says the estocada to the bull–

    Closer, says the red heart to the muelta, fluttering to the ground in a rain of roses.

    ~ Luisa A. Igloria
    01 11 2011


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