plunged into the amphitheater
with three day shadow black
rhinoceros beak like that
gnarled tongue like that
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glottis stop on the verge
not like this is how
I am going to lose you but this is
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how I have lost you already, now
foot in mouth macaw
with pipe cleaner bumper bar
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mustachio ara militaris
thick throated m mexicana
with kind of like presumptuous
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leprechaun suited cobbler
foot on crank
grasping the last
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hoarding your dollars
wings hunckered
emphysematic, you
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squawking about drafts
while in my imagination
el guacamayo your
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spread and sweep
not like this is how
I am going to lose you
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pistachio and green apple
with golden and blue rider
yoked back flying, on Sunset
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panhandling and Christ like
piñatas and red or throwing
stained glass and talavera, kitchen
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benches and the whole enchilada
over the rail such colors we were
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now mountain valley jungle pass
Rose Hunter is the author of [four paths] (Texture Press 2012), and to the river (Artistically Declined Press 2010). She is from Australia originally, lived in Canada (Toronto) for ten years, and now lives in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. She keeps a photo blog at rosesfotosdeldia.wordpress.com.
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