Kent Island Bird
by Lamont Palmer



_____Osprey, brown above, white below,
not one color dominates,
like the many of us--the true humans.

Osprey, your bird-eye now perusing me,
like it is an eye with nowhere to go,
rambunctious wings, waiting, waiting.

You are still, but I sense in you movement,
much like the movement of my own memory,
soaring inside, soaring outside.

The heart of you is a being continually upon
and above an open bay.

___Your bird-self is the delicate balance of you.
Your quest for sky is my quest for permanence,
indulgent feathers fixed in a state of ample air.






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