Sean Woods

Rookie (1/25/65 / Glendale, CA)

Field Hunter’ Lament

Pheasant flying from the sage.
My mind was wandering when I shot.
I think I apologized to you
when the dog carried
your flaming, iridescent body
to my hand.
I felt your feathered warmth.

The same warmth the coyote was

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