Saturday, November 10, 2012

The Well Made Shield

The dark shadow hangs close,
Trees enjoy the last hour peace,
Seagulls sail low and wide,
Drawing the shape of an arc.
The moment is windless,
But the earth draws heavy breath,
upon the sea birds' curving downward
to the place of the target.
everything revolves in significant pace,
before dawn,
The powerful swings
of the well made shield.

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