Buzzards

The buzzards wait for the moment
In stillness when  black eye stares.

All the while God can’t come down.
Black eye is hardly visible in night.

God is white and lonely in the blue
But buzzards do not fail to notice.

(Remembering the feeling poetry of Langston Hughes

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