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  • My brother walks his meditation labyrinth late afternoons
    mindful step after focused breath.
    The air: soft gauze and luminous color
    The grass: kisses beneath his feet.

    This day as he nears the midday point in his spiraling effort
    feathers float down around him
    one…two…three…four
    rocking like little boats
    like wispy stars
    like little blessings.

    He looks up
    breaking the moment to find
    on a branch just above him a juvenile red-tailed hawk
    peering down.
    He stops
    and they stare at one another, into one another
    and past.
    Then he returns to his meditation, the hawk to his gifting of feathers.

    Every day since then
    the hawk—now known as Horus—has appeared to watch over my brother as he walks the labyrinth.
    Horus sends D feathers, D sends Horus thoughts
    and they send each other the perhaps
    of reckoning or recognition
    or maybe
    they're just settling in together, wild and wilder,
    for this moment before dark.
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