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"Because I love you, and beneath the uncountable stars
I have become the delicate piston threading itself through your chest,

I want to tell you a story I shouldn’t but will and in the meantime neglect, Love,
the discordant melody spilling from my ears but attend,

instead, to this tale, for a river burns inside my mouth . . . ."

from "Again" by Ross Gay #poetry
Close profile photo of a female Northern Shoveler, a wonderful, speckled brown duck with a soft brown face and an outsize, dusky, smudgy orange bill that looks like the head of a gardener's hand spade. This lovely is looking coyly towards as she enters the photo from our right in left-facing profile, the November light a secretive, cool glow on the marbled pleats of her wings, the river a thickly rippled sheet of brass that only looks like water when it catches the light.