Wednesday, December 3, 2008


Full moon on my right
angel on my left ‑
myself, throbbing
in between.

Hot mask looks around
seeks meaning
sounds return shadows
seeking company.

A fevered translation
twixt echo and cliff
hangs breathless

this land
of the hooked beak
and amber eye ‑
shows watchful, symmetry

full silver, soft wings
enchanting presences.
Gold roosts in my eye ‑
the eagle in my heart.

- Patrick Jackson

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