Two EaglesA Poem by Nathan SmithAn eagle takes flight. Its wings spread wide Like a mountain range From one peak to the next. It soars and soars, Flying higher and higher. It does not know where it is Going; nor does it care. The flight itself is the point Of it all. An eagle takes flight But it cannot fly. A wounded wing Has stranded it on the ground. And yet It tries to fly. It does not know where it is Going; nor does it care. The attempt of flight itself is the point Of it all. © 2016 Nathan Smith |
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