The river ran behind me, habitually
forked around the craggy cottonwood stump
and still plump from recent floods.
I surrendered to my bed of rocks
and embraced the cold like a kiss
from a lover soon-to-leave.
Backlit by the setting sun,
an eagle’s long feathers stretched
as if forever was within reach.
She flew in circles across the clouds,
deliberate and casual. Amazing –
her golden talons, her keen bright eyes.
And then she broke the pattern,
headed southwest in a hurry.
lovely, there she goes.
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