Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Overhead, They Circle


Dot in the sky comes
Close, unexpected
It is big.
Not a dot, but
glorious. An eagle.
No, two.  Too fast.

Drumming loudly in my ears,
The mud is stuck
In my toes,
They run but cannot.
I look, they were there.

Gone, now, into nothing,
the dot, no, two.
The eagle.
Was it? 

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