Monday, September 15, 2008
Last night at dusk I heard eagles, obscured
in the cedars above me, their keening
less than grand, almost gentle, unexpected
from a bird so exalted, so predatory.
And again this morning from my bed,
the windows flung open, the air a cool nectar.
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September 15, 2008 at 8:17 PM
the windows flung open, the air a cool nectar
my cup of tea, T
September 16, 2008 at 8:29 AM
Ah.....life in the 'burbs!
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