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9/26/2019

Migration

Something I've been tinkering with ... <3 to you, C.A.

Migration

You, like a strange

Hawk,

Live on the wind;

You bring the glide.
You bring the climb,
The vision,
And the furious dive.

How I've always wanted
To be a flier,
To let the air and the sky

Keep me

Alive,

To swallow
Up

All distant

Shapes --
The crawlers, and the motionless --
Like a wild fire.

You are quick

And nearly

Silent,

but for the tree calls.

Perhaps, with weather,
Comes
A sudden, hidden message.

You are safe,
I imagine,
Nesting,
Looking backwards
In the pine.

Human now.

Secret.

Black licorice
and dark chocolate.

Here and there, I step
On the heels
Of your shoes.

Hurry,
Fall.

I look to you for

Wheat
Pancakes.

C.A. MacConnell