obscuring the gaze of your dying eyes,
the lake rising around us,
the car driving into a tomorrow
I could not have imagined--
where is your voice?
Our legs buckle under
her vast shadow
just inches above
our knotted fists,
but this time we see light
through her empty talons,
her scudding tail
as she returns, humiliated,
to her hungry eaglets.
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