Posted in Misc, Poetry

september ii

How things circle:
Two, three, four eagles, lazy curlicues against grey clouds
Wait for their moment to strike.
I wonder what waits below them-
Did it quiver?
Did it scream?
No matter, no matter.
Late rain will wash it away.


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