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AERIE AND HIGH

I call to her from across

the room,

she hears hawks

high over rolling hills

we arc up, roll and join

and roll away,

high eyes glistening down

I brush her once here,

graze her once there,

she feels wings

I give her my licks of wing,

sharp flicks of talon,

my rough, cruel voice,

my down

we fall

we fall

we fall

toward that river

that soil

that call

Aerie and high

aerie and deep

we nest there

we nest there

and sleep.