Flight Of The Eagle

A lonely eagle soars across the sky;
fragile in flight, yet eager to fly.
A strong gust of destructive wind
incapacitates his left wing.

Hastily plummeting toward the sea,
he reminded me a little of me.
Here flew solely, a beautiful bird,
so naive, yet so alert;

circling the world aroud him;
not landing to face the grim.
Then, struck suddenly by a breee
and immediately brought to his knees.

He finds a reason to survive!
He finds a reason to fight for his life.
Why? So he could be struck again?
I find this eagle to be my friend.

January 14, 1990

A Story

A boy,
A girl,
A dark room;
A hand
in hand;
A gentle rub;
A kiss,
A tongue,
A delicate entanglement;
A light,
A switch,
A startling brightness;
Another girl,
A Scream,
A true accusation;
A shock,
A frown,
A running slap;
A boy,
A dark room,
Alone.

January 12, 1990