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Emu
I dreamed you the emu at the zoo. The sign said you bit, but you blinked so sadly. You had
no hands. You looked
flabbergasted to be there.
Speechless for the first time in your life.
You could only cock your head in that birdlike way and bite the wire mesh with your beak, but I knew the word you were trying to say
was mistake.
But there was no mistake. After all, this was my dream,
and I wasn’t having any of your biting supercilious
inventory-taking editorial
in my dream.
Then I moved on
with my fistful of corn
to the fallow deer
who are always more timid than hungry.
Paul hostovsKy