Poem #45 ~ Two Poets in Flight

Yeof
Nov 13, 2021
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Updated: Dec 16, 2025

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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