1/29/2021

The Condor in Autumn

The weak rising thermal.
The hovering silence.
Even falling leaves make no sound.

[RK, 1/29/21]


The Condor in Spring

Fluctuating temperatures sharpen
and temper the appetite.

One is tempted to soar effortlessly
for days at a time.

[RK, 1/29/21]


The Condor in Summer

Guanaco and pudĂș carcasses
warm and ripen under the sun.

Life is tepid and crisscrossed
with yearning.

[RK, 1/29/21]

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