if not now, then soon;
there's a limit to the times
it will be all right
while the kestrel flies
there's hope; the silent sky sits
between life and death
still time to believe
there is a choice better than
sitting and waiting
still freedom to choose,
while the kestrel waits above,
to run one more time
the kestrel drops, stalls,
sweeps away, hovers again;
if not now, then soon
(First published by Indigo Dreams Publishing)
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