Poet Tree
Thursday, September 24, 2026
Some Sounds and a Cooper's Hawk Appears
I have my truth
Long before it's settled.
One glimpse of the horizon
Is enough to know
Every belief we now have
Will be shattered in ten years.
The clouds are unearthly,
The mountains alive,
The birds
Undisguised messengers.
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