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G a b r i e l l e   C a m p a g n a n o


Self-Portrait as Noah’s Raven

I was sent out

To tap the earth


With my beak

On shallow river


I was sent out

From a window


With red berries

Holed in my mouth


For September,

For dry ground


I was sent out

To curve my wings


The sky nodded

Not knowing


How unkind

The new world


Was, dirty

I was sent out


Before anyone

Worth saving





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