Fallen

Yesterday, while running some errands, I saw a shadow spread itself across a group of tall pines, a vulture’s shadow. Here, I return to that moment, but as poetry allows, a return to find a bit more than I originally remembered.

Fallen

Slowly,
the vulture,
slowly

descending,
patiently,
circling

slowly,
casting
its shadow

on the great pines,
a dark feather,
fallen, falling,

lost
near the racoon
smeared across

the dark
road.

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Inspired by a WordPresss Daily Prompt.

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8 thoughts on “Fallen

      1. That’s a fine way to spend the day, no? A number of my college creative writing courses were taught by a man who studied under Roethke. He had many stories. Would that I could remember them. I did write a story about my professor, though, who was a very strange bird. If you are curious, it is here: http://judydykstrabrown.com/?s=Mr.+Cole (Will be as close as either of us will ever get to Theodore Roethke unless you have stories of your own.)

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