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LOOK HERE

by Pamela Alexander


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Next time you walk by my place
in your bearcoat and mooseboots,
your hair all sticks and leaves
like an osprey's nest on a piling,
next time you walk across my shadow
with those swamp-stumping galoshes
below that grizzly coat and your own whiskers
that look rumpled as if something's
been in them already this morning
mussing and growling and kissing--
next time you pole the raft of you downriver
down River Street past my place
you could say hello, you canoe-footed fur-faced
musk ox, pockets full of cheese and acorns
and live fish and four-headed winds and sky, hello
is what human beings say when they meet each other
--if you can't say hello like a human don't
come down this street again and when you do don't
bring that she-bear, and if you do I'll know
even if I'm not on the steps putting my shadow
down like a welcome mat, I'll know.


Pamela Alexander is the author of two books of poetry, Navigable Waterways (1985) and Commonwealth of Wings (1991).


Copyright © 1994 by The Atlantic Monthly Company. All rights reserved.
The Atlantic Monthly; June 1994; Look Here; Volume 273, No. 6; page 72.

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