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Linda France, from You are Her

Two Sightings

If the eagle is the eye
of the storm, I am nothing,
sitting on the edge
of the cliff waving
like someone lost.

If the eagle is the door
of heaven, I am everything
that must pass
under the lintel
marked Found.