CROSSROADS
a
feather
or a knife
at the crossroads
skin
of
earth and fire
water and air
layer after layer
in
touch
with the world
sun rays
caught in
our skins
tremble like snakes
and burst
horses
through surf
mangroves overhang the
narrows
mullets leap six feet
out of the water
and
belly-flop back in
blue herons glide above
vultures
perch
deeper in the journey
scarlet ibis swirl
David Gitin
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