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            Michael H. Levin: Poems and Prose  

FALCONS


Let loose the falcons

let their jesses fly

their fierce wings cast no shadows

in a sunless sky


their yellow glares

click swiftly through

steep stoops -- the dive, the deadly

tear -- reflecting nothing


while absorbing all.

So actors float, then

swoop to seize small motions

that may body thought.


So artists fold their

wings and drop like stones

to pounce on transient

hues. So hunger fuels


those flights that yearn

to enter other lives

and see with different sight:

a risky game where hunters


can be prey and feathered

death is turnabout, fair

play. Reminders that when

streaking back towards lures


and resting hoods we may

go missing; burn up

like the phoenix; or by chance

announced by ankle-bells


return.



From Falcons (July 2020)