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Show Beyond Thursday- page 2. the wish to lean over wind at last, let that air take you swiftly down space, time-secret to be hidden from us all. No one could ever find you. Yet should you elude our search with dogs, with helicopters rock-hunters and mountain men, you would still be discovered: soft-foot night creatures would sniff at your broken flesh, taste you; the mountain flies dance morning patterns above you, pocket their eggs in your crevices, titmouse and marmot silken their nests with strands of your hair and black sexton beetles give clean burial to your bones. We who have loved you will think behind the veils of our tears how the hawks may be using your eyes, and the eagle, spread wingwide on uplifting air scream out the cry you could not or would not voice* |