encountering

encountering

A Poem by DorothyParker

a falcon flies to breathe
a falcon hunts to live
he has to always change
and change directions rapidly.

punctuality in his tooth,
guile in feathers 
brass in beak. 
he saw me
for a second we connected
alone,
air our best attire.
you and I,
 crumbs of this world,
nobody knows 
nobody wants to. 

© 2016 DorothyParker


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Added on May 6, 2016
Last Updated on May 6, 2016