Reflections:   October 1996.    4th Qtr 1996

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FLIGHT

The shrill scream of a soaring Hawk
like a warrior's spear thrust through sinew
pierces me to my very marrow
beckoning me to beak the shackles
which bind me to this world
and instead
to fly free as a nymph of the wind
a solitary sailor
of the vaporous seas

Phillip

Last updated Oct, 1996