breakfast with a bald eagle

Poetry 1 Minute 
downed spruce trunk
under green water
a steady current
rain drops on
their cloud’s reflection

on the riverbank
a bald eagle
beak-deep in a
pink salmon carcass
under its talon

thick fog in
the tree line
at the foot
of the mountain
slow as dawn

a call from
a nearby fir
the rhythm of
a playing card
between bicycle spokes

frantic brown wings
into the air
forsaken salmon flesh
on the shore
for the seagulls
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Published by M. Espinosa

He/they. I teach English at a junior high school in western Washington. Outside of work, I worry about a myriad of things and spend time outside.

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