It's Obvious, The Secret

The flower-tree weeps

Its heavy petals,

Yet fruit is coming. 

And the rosary of pearls:

Irritating reasons 

Make it beautiful.

Do you hear the Finches

Careful with their words?

Can you sense the leaden keel

Farthest from the shore?

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You are the gasp of Eagle’s wings;

The moment Falcon tears the fur—

The swelling wish of weighted grain;

The swishing scythe’s hallowed call. 

When Time Stood Still by Victor Bregeda