As I walked across the Kaw River Bridge,
I saw birds flying.
There were seagulls and pigeons –
and there was one lone Bald Eagle flying above it all.
They flew in circles, but hardly perfect circles.
Maybe spirals in and spirals out.
Mostly the birds flew round and about.
Maybe a little dipsy doodle now and then.
I couldn’t really tell you much more about that than this:
the birds turned and turned and turned yet again,
dividing time and space
and leaving no visible trace –
quite unlike the jet airplane far overhead,
flying straight into the setting sun.
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