The Air
Hard as he is to see
in the brush along the shore
the eagle is taking flight
from tangled metaphor.
However much he loves the air,
I love you more.
Why I Love Her
She builds trails that go nowhere in particular.
They meander and wander through the brush along the river
As do the sinews of the heart
Or the way the mind finds comfort in ambiguity
And though I'm sometimes caught up in the logic of pure reason,
My line running straight and purposeful
Like wolves on a savage hunt,
She remains my persuasion.
For Laura
Lost in what looks from below like pleasure,
the crane is beating hard against the wind.
Come with me soon to Birch River.
He will not hang in the air like that
forever.
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