Der Turmfalke
The weight inside a dive;
Drop against the wind;
The reduced quilt of cornfields
Falls over the horizon,
Covers a mess of houses
And lanes,bangs like a wet
Cloth; heed the hunter`s eyes !
The terrible beauty of sinking
In air, the small last second.
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2014
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