Show for eagles for eagles at photographers gap we stop among weeds and watch while they circle the sun four eagles in brown dappled silence linger above us on strings of the morning never wilting their wings two pair of hunters combing the air in a casual course an occasional cry from the stillness in the Abajos shadow they rise over abandoned farms and fences fly over sage and shadscale gully and washout weaving golden strands for eagles we secretly pray for swift visions among the canyons and safe journies through the lean oasis of of the sky Greeorv M. Gnesios |