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title: The squirrel
genre: verse
project:
title: Elegies for alternate selves
css: elegies
order: 23
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He is so full in himself: \
how far down the branch to run, \
how long to jump, when to grab the air \
and catch in it and turn, and land on branch \
so gracefully it's like dying, alone \
and warm in a bed next to a summer window \
and the [birds singing][]. And on that branch there \
is the squirrel dancing among the branches \
and you think *What if he fell?* but he won't \
because he's a squirrel and that's what \
they do, [dance][] and never fall. It was erased \
long ago from the squirrel, even \
the possibility of falling was erased \
from his being by the slow inexorable evolution \
of squirrels, that is why all squirrels \
are so full in themselves, full in who they are.
[birds singing]: mountain.html
[dance]: movingsideways.html
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