Lucifer Falls, New York

by Amy Nawrocki

Like war planes, a crowd
of raptors scull through the blank
and cloudless sky. One
after another, they stream
over the open paddock
of midsummer green, advance
toward a still and speechless
line of trees. Their portents

reach the forest's door; needles
of pine brace between hard clay
and treachery. The bone black jaw
of a red-bellied snake ruins
a toad's last chance for escape.
He is in the middle of it now,
like the fawn whose femur lay
furloughed in the gorge,
trespassing on the slick ink
of river-smoothed black rocks.

Amy Nawrocki is the author of three chapbooks, most recently Lune de Miel, published by Finishing Line Press, and her collection Four Blue Eggs will be published in 2014. She was a finalist for the Loft Poetry Prize and for the Homebound Publication Poetry Prize, and her work has appeared in such places as The Wayfarer, Garbanzo Journal, The Newtowner, and Battered Suitcase. She is also the co-author of A History of Connecticut Food and a History of Connecticut Wine. She teaches English and creative writing at the University of Bridgeport.

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