Blackbirdan online journal of literature and the artsSpring 2022  Vol. 21  No. 1
an online journal of literature and the arts
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Sonnet (1)

He wanted us to think and
Said so. He wanted to have been
Something else, and was. He could carry
A child under each arm, and their skis,

Or his own weight on his back all day,
And did. He followed elk down the ravine
All the way to the water and never
Spooked them, could smell a doe

Sheltered in a thicket. Here was a man
Who sat unmoving in a clearing and heard
Snowflakes crackling in the cold

As they fell. That view, so high: I see him
The way his friend describes, legs
Folded beneath him. I feel him listening.  

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