Portent

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by now
I have learned
that all things portend
but then
when we fought each other down
by day and made it up
by night

i did not know

the sloop sailed
hard by the ochre cliffs
the waves slapping like wet sheets
on the stony shore
a gull shrieked
riding our spill

from the falcon’s nest
a feathered missile hurtled
air to air
spur and talon demolished
the gliding wings

now
it is an omen.

Deya, 1980’s

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