Poema: Kestrel







Arriving

a figure gliding

across the bluish

sky at sundown

 

smudged mascara

the tears of a falcon

neck twisting

 

a speckled sail

against the April

evening

 

lover of gothic

feathered gargoyle

blue hooded dwarf

 

winged child on the church roof.






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