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The pigeon on the window ledge
beat its wings against the glass.
The student in the narrow street

It’s coming to you live: the high-rise ledge
That doubles as a desolate precipice
In a pinch. It’s all raw footage,

Winter at the end of the trail,
where the Columbia washes the ocean,
what one book calls The Kingdom of Conifers,

The spartan interior of a U.S. Air Force C-130 has uncomfortable web seating. Our gear is strapped to a pallet in the aft section, where clamshell doors yawn open until we accelerate down the runway. This airplane is all business—bare...

As you dress, early mist
reflects moonlight and silence
between the winter hills

In Chicago, while taking the El from Wrigley Field to Evanston, Rudy O’Hara was certain he recognized the woman sitting across the train’s aisle, but he couldn’t place her.