by Anastacia-Reneé

the eagle flies by
& you wonder
what it might
feel like
to be so free
so american
so present
how it can
dive right down
right in
right by
(pain)
as if
it were
a regular sky

Poem copyright 2018 by Anastacia-Reneé. All rights reserved.

See two more poems from Anastacia-Reneé debuted on The Fight & The Fiddle:
Conversation with Baldwin and The Mother Ship is Purple

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