Eamon Grennan

Firing Squad (Manet)

and beyond the canyons of city shadow these blindfold men ...

Locust Vision

Where the branches of the honey locust thronged through daylight hours                   with wings and voices of bluejays finches cardinals chickadees and  white-throated sparrows making their spring-loaded hunger-sweetened                   presence clearly known—now near midnight under a clouded sky a solitary  raccoon’s plump shape with swingeing tail is a solid squat shadow aloft                   there on a bare bough a dark body sunk it seems in monkish meditation  an almost otherworldly visitor keeping in stillness his own counsel 

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