On roaming and homing, love of nature and the nature of love.

donderdag 11 juni 2015

Buteo buteo

You mudfaced creature
once standing out 
in the powerless sky
now standing out in
the hut of the river bank
blue couldn't have
turned browner
wings couldn't have been
folded any other way
than for the final closing
the highest of sounds
taken down by
the longest of silences
asking to become
a majestic medicine prey

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