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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3278 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Hawk King Nochipa How is it now that you have plummeted in your youth? That your colors have become tissue paper flowers left in window light too long? Your wings flashed in late afternoon sun as you circled under cerulean taking on a flock of crows, your courage undaunted, your voice a drummer's song. Now your instrument lies silent, a home for spiders and dust and you are the soaring hawk spirit I cannot bury. *For Rex, I miss you, my brother. |
