There now?

snowy owl in flight

The owl came for flying lessons.
She followed, remembering snow,
purging minutes from herself until
gone and she shone, tuned to the ice-
bright noon, transparent with time,
carrying only what would not be
spoken into the coming

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

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