1.
Spring equinox this weekend;
I wonder why the winter passed so quickly,
I was beginning to enjoy the dark
2.
Saint Patrick`s Day already;
My birthday soon, don`t make me think about it;
I would rather be an eagle soaring far
Without a clock or visa,
Without the power of radar to direct me
Toward somewhere I do not need to go.
Growing old is something I`m not good at,
Just leave me be to contemplate the view,
A grounded eagle, wing clipped and tarsus chained,
But with a mind that looks far over mountains,
The fields and villages, the lakes reflecting stars.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
17th. - 18th. March 2022.
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