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i went back to my old favorite micro forest for the first time since i moved out of that neighborhood a few months ago
the paths i used to wear are now overgrown
wild blackberry
salmonberry
ground cover
hip cover
like i was never even there
a small but sticky string
snapped across my face
and then i saw it
the iridescent sculpture
the curvy eight sided figure
between the trees
flashing in the sunshine
there was no way to avoid
destroying the ephemeral tapestry
more of it fell to the leaves
as i tore my way through
what used to let me pass
with minimal effort
my constant anxious pacing
in those same tracts
literally wearing a path
the screeching cry of an eagle
pierces the sky
eventually i emerge back into
the open field
and look_up
up
way up
to see three sets of fully unfurled wings
(spanning six feet
in reality
longer than i am tall)
so high up
they looked to be no more than
a few inches
arcing lazy soaring circles
in the big sky
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