travels in the holy land (or driving home from a school meeting)

on the long road home
low light etches
verge grass in amber
while hills roll
long-shadowed and lazy
under an ocean of high mist.
for a moment in passing
the roadside tree
stands ablaze
as the forest buzzard,
feathers aflame with evening,
alights on arced wings
dips her haloed head
and folds into form.

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