Magic

An eagle flew over my car as I was talking with my friend about a particular poet in chains.  The eagle broke my listening ear and reminded me of all of the winged creatures, and the creatures who should have wings.

I've thought about that eagle all day. I've been working hard to steady my course these past few weeks - thinking about what it means to walk inside my own shoes, and what it would feel like to be an autumn spider.  Eagles are another sort of creature altogether.  Eagles don't have shoes, or webs.