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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.