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The Reincarnation of
an Old Girlfriend
Keeps Me Awake One Night
That owl hooting in the tree
outside my bedroom window
has to be you, Barbie.
How many flights, and what a trail
of fur and bone
embedded in dung pellets
led you here to the linden
just past the wetland
near my home?
I could follow your pellet trail
through rain and cold.
It would be just like old times.
My latest lover is asleep
across from me in bed.
I’m on the window side.
You hoot. That’s good.
You’re much more dangerous silent.
Wings lined with down,
you’ll swoop, claws opened up,
to crush an unsuspecting mouse
nosing a grain of maize
under the moon.
He will realize in a fraction of a second
what happened before
the night around him swims into his eyes.
I won’t pun on you asking Who?
That one’s been overdone.
You will swoop off into the night
to hunt for flesh to tear.
Once more, I will not hear you leave.
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