How when in need of names
those dusty scientists found
among the options of nomenclature a
poet to limn the borders of what
we call the animal not alone, the even
wandering ones we hope find
another, someday - a pitying
of turtledoves, a siege of herons -
and how when I, my hope
lighting on the end of wandering
on some bright afternoon I call
the I not alone Us.
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