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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4185 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention The Last Wilamette Spring Gary Blankenship A dark shadow rides the valley’s currents over mint, iris, and winery, mill, factory, and headstones the shade of an aged bird’s neck plume. One yellow eye searches for a lost mate, the other, nearly blind, a quick meal. The trickster’s children no longer squabble in hazelnut stands along the river’s edge; the old raven wheels south for warmer winds and a quiet roost for his final rest. |
