Flying Rabbits by Lauren Donley

My heart, usually caged pounding

between stubborn rib and tender meat

soars out over the plain

where the wind breathes life

when I finally get to ride

the breaks and washes after

the stark imprisonment of winter.

I lend my soul to the eagle overhead,

riding the thermals and dancing

with graceful cumulus partners.

To be so free,

with a bird’s-eye view of life…

A sudden dive of raw power

ends in the snatching of life,

a rabbit clutched in razor talons

and taken aloft,

never having seen the world

from so high and clear a vantage.

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Categories: Issue 1 - Fall 2011, Periodicals, Poetry | Leave a comment

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