Choices - Tess Gallagher

[Larry Robinson]

Choices
	for Drago Štambuk

I go to the mountain side
of the house to cut saplings,
and clear a view to snow
on the mountain. But when I look up,
saw in hand, I see a nest clutched in
the uppermost branches.
I don’t cut that one.
I don’t cut the others either.
Suddenly, in every tree,   
an unseen nest
where a mountain   
would be.
                     
                              
	- Tess Gallagher 
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