Flight of the Eagle
by Michael Lee Johnson
From the dawn, dusty skies
comes the time when
the eagle flies—
without thought,
without aid of wind,
like a kite detached without string,
the eagle in flight leaves no traces,
no trails, no roadways—
never a feather drops
out of the sky.
volume 12(6)
March 15, 2008
This poem is copyright © 2006,
Michael Lee Johnson, all rights reserved.
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