WHEN YOU GO HOME

          ... to Don


You will fathom, it is an augury,
When you see lone hawk wingspread,
Crypleading, over a mountain silent...

You tacitly fall a prey to a… Beauty.
Poised. Splendor. Awaiting heaven,
To come down on you, first-kiss-cognate...

And then, you forget. You go your trade.
Puntering all ‘round at ease - ruffian like.
Remembering nature’s own course not...

But it closes on you just once again,
Reminding of reasons afore...
... when you shut your door, ready to go home.


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