two falcons circling
on thermals high
high still higher
above the thirty eighth floor
lying on my back
in a languid blue pool
ripple light bursts tiled and fountains spouting
watching the opening in the heavens
a gentle wind rustles
in the bougainvillea
its spindly vines with colour splashes
climbing towards the sun
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