Amit Majmudar Poems

Hrhm Shp, colt-culling,
Is what hoof lore calls it—
The choke-chain sound a roan coined
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Into the rood wood, where the grain's current splits
around the stones of its knots, carve eyelashes and eyelids.
Dye the knots, too—indigo, ink-black, vermillion
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Some species can crack pavement with their shoots
to get their share of sun some species lay
a purple froth of eggs and leave it there
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Hell-raiser, razor-feathered
risers, windhover over
Peshawar,
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Every tripod-
toting birder
knows it never
nests on urban
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Off with the wristwatch, the Reeboks, the belt.
My laptop's in a bin.
I dig out the keys from my jeans and do
my best Midwestern grin.
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Richer than mother's milk
is half-and-half.
Friends of two minds,
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Life likes a little mess. All patterns need a snarl.
The best patterns know how best to heed a snarl.
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Lead-lined gonad-guards.
Lysol (radiation sickness causes killer runs).
Breadboxes, to bury stillbirths.
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