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  • When I Left
  • Tyree Daye (bio)

a turkey vulture lifted from a fieldthat I still love.

It was hunting season, birds flew offat the sound of rifles,we warred with rabbits.

The vulture's head was bald and delicatelike the old men who wore hatswith names on them like Ford, USA and Dodgers,to cover their soft skin, old men

who stood in front of the breakfast truck stopacross from the field, the butter partly meltedin the middle of the grits, they also the vulture,

knew how to scavengegathered like horses or stars in a junk yardlooking for a rusted pearl.

Those old men have died in their sleeps by now,though no field could carehow many will fall in it and why.

I want to sit here tonightstill in love and vulture-lesslistening to Sade.

I'm still the boy who walkedthrough a dying sweet potato field,our small town wouldn't recognize me now.I have a different body,a dented body,field-less and far gone. [End Page 47]

Tyree Daye

TYREE DAYE, a poet from Youngsville, North Carolina, is a 2017 Ruth Lilly Finalist, a Cave Canem fellow, and winner of the 2017 APR/Honickman First Book Prize for River Hymns (APR, 2017). He received his MFA in poetry from North Carolina State University and is a member of the editorial staff of the Raleigh Review. His work has been published in Prairie Schooner, New York Times, and Nashville Review. Daye recently won the Amy Clampitt Residency for 2018 and the Glenna Luschei Prairie Schooner Award for his poems in the fall 2015 issue of the journal.

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Additional Information

ISSN
1080-6512
Print ISSN
0161-2492
Pages
p. 47
Launched on MUSE
2019-01-26
Open Access
No
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