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    • Love is no eagle

    by Carol Lynn Pearson

    Love is no eagle,
    Strong
    Amid the heights.
    It is an egg.
    A fertile, fragile
    Possibility.
    Hold it close
    Within your wing,
    Beneath your breast.

    Perhaps in heaven
    Love can live
    Self-nourished,
    Free.
    But in this world
    Where mountains fall
    And west winds blow,
    Be careful,
    Love is embryo.