Heavy Hawk II
by
Lloyd Haft
That he has been in light binds him
home to the circle, ever aloft and going wherever a dawn's faint ray finds
him,
held to his height, orbiting his knowing
as so many rivers under his straining quills,
so many fading shells lying broken
over the valley that his shadow fills,
every break one breath's token.
How could he fall, and leave the glint behind
that singed his feathers into spreading wider, waiting harder, lone enough
to find
home in what finally lifts the truth-rider
out of the wind and into farther birth,
tracing a coming ring around the earth?
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