the hawks are out again today
it has been a while
two or three, I think, I have seen already
hanging in the hot easterly breeze
rushing across the plains from
the Nebraska thunderheads
seeing these winged sentinels of the spirit
is a comfort to my heart, today
I slept poorly, and awoke tired
tangled and somewhat bitter dreams
found me in a restless pre-dawn and
there is a mildly stagnating uneaselingering in the crest of midday
but these raptor messengers
usher hope and sustenance
into my weariness
reminding me that
everything changes and that
a greater vision is always
yet unfolding
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