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How does a King forfeit his authority? Let us remember.
Meeting at Hot Creek
An unusual moment of confluence,
a pair of hawks circling at twilight
held up on the winds of a storm
and the fractal light of the setting
sun, an image of timeless buoyancy.
They were soaring high and free,
as if summoned from the still warm
cliffs. In deep silence, bathed
in a hot spring creek and the light
of the descending sun, I met
their buoyancy with my own.