Looking Back
A high silhouette,
lucidly etched, a raptor,
feathers flickering in sunlight,
a thing carved
and branded in a window of space,
an osprey.
It plunges, strikes the filmy dazzle
a bristle of talons,
and there on the face of the water
it cleaves its own swooping shadow.
Then it mounts the sky once more;
a shimmering fish
looks back
at its last swim.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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