On The Wind... Poem by robert dickerson

On The Wind...



On the wind above the mountaintop
rides an eagle, golden-plumed
wings fanned wide
over the peak where the river begins
at the turquoise crater lake-
over the pine-green chasm
over antique hamlets
and roads unnumbered:
'Senora Eagle, say
from the byways of the sky
where they have gone, all those yesterdays'?

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