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DREAM OF THE RAVEN

When the ten-speed, lightweight bicycle broke down

off the highway lined thick with orange trees, I noticed

a giant raven’s head protruding from the waxy leaves.

The bird was stuck somehow, mangled in the branches,

crying out. Wide-eyed, I held the bird’s face close to mine.

Beak to nose. Dark brown iris to dark brown iris. Feather