Poetry from 61/61 2020




















#personificationof


 I fly my route 

Along the Columbia 

Near Skamokawa

With the high sand dunes

Where people crowd

Playing with balls

Lighting fires

And wading along

The shores

My eyes narrow as

I see the osprey

Coming into my stretch

He seems unaware

Of my presence 

He dips and hovers

Then I come down

From my lofty height

We fight

Though it looks

Like a dance

First I lead

Then he leads

We dip and soar

Dancing along the wind

Til he leaves

In a huff

And I take my place

Being much larger

As I the eagle

Take my place

Once more along

The shore 

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