Friday, August 29, 2025

Lynx

Your gaze briefly met mine
and told you all
you needed to know.

Our encounter
was fortuitous, unexpected; you
went your way
as I continued jogging
along a man-made path.

May there always be
a hunter such as you,
nosing the wind, senses attuned
to earth and sky

between setting sun
and rising moon,
between mountain crags
and the repeating waves
far below.

 - Eduard Burle

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