Photo by J.B., 2009
My thoughts are alike games of two falcons
twirling and pirouetting delighted
in the fresh morning air when the sunshine
absolves me from my recursive mists
The dew covers the low simple lives:
within the grass there is silver now.
I look at naked, dark, silent trees,
intertwined black hopes of the leaves
The skin of the angels 
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