the buzzard
turning over the haze and drawing hypnotic circles on the plains
and the
swallow that to feed the youngest,
steeply
dives into the nest on the edge of the evening drape
and us
predators when we are afraid
preys when
we brave
how hard is repeating a good mistake until the end
pretending to believe you're always on the righteous side
pretending to believe you're always on the righteous side

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