Zen Sandwich

falcon

 

 

I am eating my zen sandwich by the side

            of a blue lake . I hear the sound of

                        two wings flapping .

 

A fawn falcon plunges down the side

            of the volcanic cone , its claws extended

like the landing gear of a plane .

 

As it skims across the surface — a sail-winged

            skater —- the talons lacerate the taut

                    skin of that lake . It bleeds blue .

 

 

 

 

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