Hawk cry, faint.
Scan the horizon –
low, high
on the canyon side
low, high
on the railroad side
Hawk cry, sharp.
Scan the canyon –
low, swooping up
out of the canyon bottom
low, high over the trees
and circle
circle
circle
right before me
sunshine
blue sky
hawk cry
fire in the belly
(March 2012)
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