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Sunday, January 20, 2013

As Long As There Are Eagles

Immature Bald Eagle
"The eagles are filling the sky
again with their whistle screech,
and we have found each other."
“As long as there are eagles,
there is hope for the world,”
you say as they swoop and turn
lazy circles in the crisp
air over the river. 

The eagles have made a
comeback; so have we.
Life did not wipe us out.
We spiral up higher and higher,
our talons hooked tightly.

The eagles are filling the sky
again with their whistle screech,
and we have found each other.
I reply, “As long as there is
love like this the eagles will fly.”
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The Collected Chaff, v. 1.0   
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