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POETRY
4 January
The hawk circled, high
above the surface of the lake
seaching with a patient eye
Wings hunting from the sky
keen for a glimps of bubble or break
the hawk circled high
Effortlessly riding the dry
Jnauary wind, high stakes
searced with a patient eye
Quarry hiding sly
at the edge of the junipers will make
the hawk circle high
Blue on blue, water, sky
mirror on mirror, sunlight glinting, shaking,
searching with a patient eye
Where silent sentinels stand by
mired sunken by invading lake
the hawk circled high
searching with a patient eye
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