the hawk
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Currents of air
And there
A Hawk
Wings spread
So wide you saw the space
Between its furtherest feathers
As it rode upon
The face of God,
Tatooed upon His Breath.
And I was lifted too,
My spirit rising
From a sleepy Death;
As moments of this life
Sometimes become.
Copyright © Vernon Witmer | Year Posted 2024
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