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For Uncle Norman
by Wilda Morris

If I could take you, who never had a chance
to travel, to Costa Rica we'd hitch a ride
to the Monteverde Cloud Forest
in the multicolored beak of a keel-billed toucan.

We'd watch rufus-tailed hummingbirds
suck in syrup from orange bird-shaped blossoms
of heliconias. You would befriend poison-dart frogs,
hold them in the palm of your furrowed hand.
The motmot would serenade us; you'd whistle
back it's melody and laugh at its tail,
the lowest turquoise feathers hanging like bells
on a string. For you who loved nature
almost more than life,
even the shy, resplendent quetzal
would gladly show itself.


 

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