Vultures in the Afternoon, July 6.16
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Hot July wind, dry white cumulus
drifting, black vultures circling
rising thermal currents
the warm land
the scent of fallen life.
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–Quilla
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Hot July wind, dry white cumulus
drifting, black vultures circling
rising thermal currents
the warm land
the scent of fallen life.
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–Quilla
This entry was posted on July 6, 2016 by ruach333. It was filed under Meditations and was tagged with death, july, land, native American, nature poetry, poetry, Vultures, wind.
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