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Poetry by Cal Freeman

Cal Freeman
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Jawbone of a deer along the trail,
jagged incisors winged
with little points, sheath of bone
damask with clay and blood.

I heard coyotes arguing with dogs last night
and thought about the senselessness
that can’t be helped, the cunning
and cupidity of hunger, the indiscriminate

meals we stop to take. This unnamed
sandy stream babbles as it doglegs
around itself. A muskrat carries
an apricot into the earth. The resident

blue heron lights off when it hears
my footfalls on the path.
Its complaint is an asthmatic,
dissonant sound. It throws its shadow

on the dead ash trees
whose dehisced branches rise
like antlers, like trophies
rooted from their little skulls

Cal Freeman is the author of Fight Songs and Poolside at the Dearborn Inn. His chapbook, Yelping the Tegmine, has just been released.

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