Seen---the
eagle…from above him!
Crimson-sky
morning beckoned by yon dawn
backlighted
Mose and his cousin pack-mule. I
saw
the eagle soar below my tree-line boulder perch.
No amount of gold
can buy a unique Love-Peace!
Upon
the escarpment, around noon, the grey fog
cleared
all obfuscated blue-Pacific Wild! Amen!
Though I’ve tally-counted longevity
time-through-
space
each midnight hour I a-purpose fork me Magic-
unicorn
to soar yonder eternal cosmos Fantasy
Wild!
Dare!---Join me lexicon
of…sacred Love!-Peace!
Amen!
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