Circle Back
The vulture flies in circles
high above the park.
Once, twice, thrice
then it breaks the pattern.
Makes a straight line
for the outskirts.
I feel relief until I
see a shadow
down the path.
The vulture didn't leave.
It circled back to
survey another section.
Once, twice, thrice
then the vulture
breaks the pattern.
The relief doesn't come.
The shadow does.
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