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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