Bird on a train.
I mean to be consumed by a device, unapproachable and far away.
Like all the rest.
But I hear the music, and it’s been years.
Blue of sky, grumbling floor, wide expanse of bridge and blur
Warm to the touch, imagining the ride,
I open up
to light and air, and a bald eagle traveling.
We fly side by side, nose to nose. Like a run for the roses-
he on the outside, me on the in- only we mean to arrive together.
I look around, no one else is seeing.
I look again, white feather fan in the breeze, and I know.
Match his smile and sway, before he soars out of sight.
Later, as sky descends with the power of steel and metallic might-
a rainbow appears against the dark.
I look around, no one else is seeing.
I look again, sun breaks to the west, and I know.
Come in close, then let go, with outstretched arms and toes.
photo of an eagle in flight by jc.winkler
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