A Sentence from “Loon Lake”
The loons they heard were the loons we hear today, cries to distract the dying loons diving into the cold black lake and diving back out again in a whorl of clinging water clinging like importuning spirits fingers shattering in spray felling up the wing along the rounded body of the thrillingly exerting loon taking a fish rising to the moon streamlined its loon eyes round and red.
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E. L. Doctorow, 1931–2015
A sentence from Loon Lake
© 1980 E. L. Doctorow
Great Northern Diver or Loon, Watercolor by John James Audubon
