istas, bloody raptures,
shambledandies and so forth.
I once knew an old woman who
forgot the past, mumbled
and so forth when she could
not bear the weight of details.
So when I see vultures wheel and s-
weep between the ironwood trees
looking for dead things, watch them
fling downward in a wake, a shrieking
committee of bedeviled birds, beaks
blaspheming I hesitate
to describe what happens next,
just mumble and so forth.
Karen Miller is a retired Vermont lawyer living on Lake Champlain with her cat Izzy.
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