45. (Began 11-11-21, at home) Two Poets in Flight
I watch an eagle fly above
A poet like myself, lost in thought
Our minds glide together
Soaring into wisps of wonder
Is it watching down at me
Thinking just as I am?
Though so different, are our minds alike?
Perhaps that’s not for us to know
I hope we never find out
To keep an eternal source of art
I want it to watch me
I hope it counts the freckles on my face
I could never count its feathers
It is more powerful than I am
To know his poetry would be to know light
The Eagle finds inspiration in his mirror of the clouds
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