Yesterday, in never neverland
the hawk kicked the vultures
out of the circle in the sky
and the swallows sipped the river
in swirls of mellow gold.
Bit down on all that could have been
and surrendered up to what was...
Expert rites and hallelujah calls
to make time stand still long enough
to catch its scent...fresh, warm, now..
not bitter, all better from before
when the hunger pangs
locked the door and blinded
me in your house.
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