Finding Meaning

Disappeared, it did,
that poem kernel–
an image of a hawk
or muskrat
that reminded me of some
universal truth
that greater poets would
make connection from and through.

Driving south, on the interstate,
chaos-like thoughts
pop in and through
my sunglass-filtered
mind’s eye.
Ah, perhaps it was the osprey
fishing in the Rogue.
Perhaps it meant something.

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