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Chicagoetry: Flight Of The IguanaFlight of the Iguana "They stalk more silently,/And crouch on the limbs of trees,/And their descent/Upon the bright backs of their prey/May take years/In a sovereign floating of joy." - James Dickey, "The Heaven of Animals" I didn't know iguanas I did not know iguanas Why would trees Rend the grey Chicago air? Or never realized A grizzly bear; I would so know Lord, I would lose my shit But I'd recognize the thing. Falcons, too. Now I know. Being strafed by a falcon As a group of constellations Animating the dead sky. Of a hundred starry hills Iguanas (Btw the swirling Are bats rather Seething falcons somehow Seem to thrive. And the prickly pears burst - J.J. Tindall is the Beachwood's poet-in-residence. He welcomes your comments. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress. - More Tindall: * Chicagoetry: The Book * Ready To Rock: The Music * The Viral Video: The Match Game Dance Posted on January 29, 2018 |
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