Le Poeme
Le Poeme
Wednesday, March 24, 2021
Flying high
it was a cloudy, gloomy day
until I looked up and saw them.
Flying high overhead, circling like
eagles on the updraft, then
spinning down like hawks
until
the sail spins and slows,
she glides in for a landing
stepping forward onto the
ground.
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