Flying among my memories You have become a companion With whom I share the hope Of a chanced upon Bald Eagle, Or the promise of a branch Clutched in the Ospreys talon. The scent of your chest, your belly, Comes to me along a wooded path. Alert and restless, As the Thrush, or Thrasher awaiting The welcome cover of Spring underbrush, I paw the ground In the brisk morning light.
Marilyn Spitz April
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