But paths were trodden, worn out
The land in a fearsome drought
Doors opened too late
The falcon
Burned at the stake
Eyes did not rise
My glance
Met not your guise
My inward eye
Roamed free
But even it could not see
Hearts go on forever
Catch me unaware
In a faraway stalemate
Perhaps
Next time
A contender
Published first in Pomona Valley Review PVR 17, August 30, 2023
https://www.cpp.edu/class/english-modern-languages/news/articles/pvr-17.shtml