Some days the sky requires piercing
and a twist to gut it so rain falls.
Other days the antlers must be donned
to lead ungulates to new grazing.
Yesterday the antlers dissuaded a rattler
from crossing an open space
where a nearby eagle
waited and spied atop a dead cottonwood.
Tomorrow Lori will poke a proselytizing devotee
of their lord Jesus in the ribs
while shaking a gourd
with her baby teeth sealed inside.
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