if yawanna happy life his script forge it if you have to take the slivers and slices life offers

he watched a hawk play hanky-panky on the invisible thermals overhead on the frighteninglystark blue sky

he or she glided effortlessly like water flowing between stones and reed and cattails

the hawk dippedturned raced away like a honed blade through flesh

almost disappearing

                       then rolled up on their belly in a graceful arch like the hollow behind a womans knee into the vast bluer distance behind them where frothy white sensuous cotton clouds built to the heavens 

an right then an there

mesmerised

                it wouldnt have been a bad time to die

1338,  Saturday,  1  6. 19

1434 (234),  Thursday,  11  7.19