simonhlilly

RED KITE

She has bones of air,
Feathers of air.
Floating, she becomes air.
Horizon eyes of vast
And particular scope.
Unclouded the focus,
Bright with hunger-fire,
Bright with soul-fire.
Floating unworldweary,
Weightless, a jewelled heartbeat
Adjusting to each breath
And sigh,
the green valley air.

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