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Snowbird

August 17, 2014
By SequoiaRae SILVER, Shelburne Falls, Massachusetts
SequoiaRae SILVER, Shelburne Falls, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
"Why did they make birds so delicate and fine as those sea swallows when the ocean can be so cruel? She is kind and very beautiful. But she can be so cruel and it comes so suddenly and such birds that fly, dipping and hunting, with their small sad voices are made too delicately for the sea." -Ernest Hemingway from "The Old Man and the Sea"


Dear Elk, lighting up in white silhouettes,

Lost souls cherished you,

Artists ignored you,

But to me, you are female.



New England spring,

Bird calls and swift wind,

Your hooded shape would loose its

Snowy camouflage for you.



Who knows,

With polar bears melting and dying glaciers,

We might be the only ones left,

Naked feet sanding the sidewalks

With our inferiority.



How often have I sat here,

Waiting,

While dew drops melt on Pandalillies,

The volcano-blooms of irony.



Your antlers were not ironic,

Draped in snow fur, 'till I made them regal.

Then the icicles hung like hands,

Blueberry muffins melting

On your deformed shoulder-back.

“Laugh!” you said.



Your insides are mechanical children of joy,

Scrubbed on red paint that squirms

Like the ironic lava,

That's only ironic if you look at it that way.



I still want a Pandalilly,

And the birds to keep singing,

It is their voice that tells me

I wont need you any more

For the same reasons,

But for the bareback ride of summer and fear,

And maybe I'll go swimming,

And then you'll see.



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