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It's been a while since the poetry of William Stafford has graced this page. Here's a poem for a Saturday night in ordinary time...
Something You Should Know
They bring racing pigeons from everywhere
and set them loose at timed intervals from Little
America, out in Wyoming, every bird
circles high, sets a course, and banks
away toward its right place, the course for home.
I've watched them come, swift in the evening, wings
flashing in the last of the sun, diving steeply
down from the sky into some lone ranch in the junipers
lost to the world but centered for that pigeon's
life, the soul's direction sure. Like yours.
Like mine.
-William Stafford in the collection, Even in Quiet Places
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