Sunday, March 05, 2006

Not an Oscar Poem Yet an Eagle Poem

Indigenously Yours

An eagle opens up a window
In my dream about an eagle
Feather falling through an opening
In a window of a dream.

A feather from an eagle lands
Inside my dream: open the window,
Waking to a land where dreams
Beneath an open wingspan fall

—Without crash-landing, feathers flying,
Closing windows to some dream.
Instead, I dream an eagle lands;
A feather falls; the window spans

Towards time when eagles opened dreams
Inside us all—before the crash
And fall towards empire dreams—where feathers
Flew like flags through open windows.

~Son Rivers 2006

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