The Dark Bird of Our Lost Perfection

For nineteen days I have been composing this blog, this ballet, to Rena’s lost perfection. Instead of a black swan, I had visions of a black eagle atop Lone Mountain in Montana. Here a million poems are stored in the mind of the most isolated woman on earth, who in my opinion, was once the most beautiful woman put in the world.

Forty four years after we met, we found each other again, and exchanged two long letters – full of poetry. Believing there will now be a wondrous end to my tale, I received the shock of my life. Rena had insisted Deputy Sheriff, Dan Wayling, accuse me of stalking her. She had read something in my letter, that Dan could not see, nor I…………unless!

Last night, before I went to bed, I searched the world wide web for images of the black eagle. I captured her, and stored her…