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BAM. BAM. BAM. The red crest of a pileated woodpecker flashes into view from the dead side of a maple, sunrise orange on the hill behind.
Dave Bonta
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BAM. BAM. BAM. The red crest of a pileated woodpecker flashes into view from the dead side of a maple, sunrise orange on the hill behind.
Three loud syllables open the poem, and they work like a knock at the door. Before we see anything, we hear it: BAM. BAM. BAM. Then the source appears, a pileated woodpecker whose red crest flashes out from the dead side of a maple. Behind it, the hill is lit with orange sunrise.
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