seven steps and sudden leaps, on seven stones for seven leaves

nay, the bird is not a prey
if your eyes can concentrate
along the raspy willowy
unformed branches
of an unbent tree
too tired with age,

or if her feet unbuckle
from the twitch of reason
underneath the curvature of
a sheer black skirt encircling
the motion of earth,

she would turn around and laugh
the sudden sway of her hip
disturbing the momentum
of an ever so still mid-afternoon sojourn,

nay, the bird is a falcon
as it perches on an elevation
and hunts for its prey
in the seven steps and sudden leaps
on seven stones for seven leaves.

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