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  Larry D. Thomas

Owls



Fixed to bodies
still as stone,
their skulls pivot
a full three hundred
sixty degrees.
Their eyes, gleaming
as if plated with gold,
probe every atom
of the shadows.
 




 

 

 

 

 




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