(a poem for Lisa)

Eagles are a majestic species…living in the thin searing air…
building
nests on precipitous ledges…
        they are endangered…but unafraid…

An eagle’s nest is an inverted dimple…made of ready smiles…
unbleached
saris…available arms…and clean soap smells…
        to withstand all…elements

Nestled in the chocolate chaos…destined to become:
               roller skaters
               submarine eaters
               telephone talkers
               people
        are improperly imprinted ducklings…

Eagles perched…on those precipitous ledges…insist upon
teaching…
        the young…to fly…