Photographs from Bigstock. Photo montage by William Shunn.
Oakland squirrel on the streetRIP:
its language was like Coleridge’s albatross
that spoke through the neck of a Hanged Man
or an Emperor, a phrase dashed on a Tarot Card.
Redemptionthe body of the squirrel enshrined
like a statue surfaced on the frozen-divine glossed
concrete street lake, swept by sweepers in a dusky city park,
there, first letter last initial, an unnamed splotch of soul
gone by the end of season’s yellow washing.
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