.
O she buzzed in my ear “I love you” and I dug at
the tickle with a forefinger with which I knew her.
At the post office I was given the official FBI
Eldridge Cleaver poster — “Guess he ain't around here.”
The escaping turkey vulture vomits his load of rotten
fawn for quick flight. The lesson is obvious & literary.
We are not going to rise again. Simple as that.
We are not going to rise again. Simple as that.
I say it from marrow depth I miss my tomcat gone now from
us three months. He was a fellow creature and I loved him.
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by Jim Harrison
from The Shape of the Journey
Copper Canyon Press, 1998