Auspices   I   Turning and turning in the widening gyre, the pigeons cannot help but bank and veer: they’re trying to elude the peregrine falcon that has suddenly appeared as I wait my turn in the drive-thru line. —⁠Now heather and wind, a cliff that dives nine hundred feet to surf, where in blue […]

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