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The Day We Saw the Eagles
by Sharon Auberle

Was a day we' been fighting
and were in that place
where the fires had been banked,
but the ice was moving in and
there was nothing more to say,
so we went to Mormon Lake
to look for eagles.

They're out there, riding the winds
and the day is cruel and gray
with a bank of dark clouds overhead,
but suddenly light breaks through,
rays piercing down on a pair of eagles,
their wings seeming to touch the sun.

Once you’ve seen this, you've been blessed
and there'’s nothing left but to fall together
back into the fire, melt the ice,
consume the angry words,
begin again that spinning freefall,
locked together in the fierceness of loving.


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