Hawk Revisited II
But there it was again-
glimpsed over the shoulder
today while shuffling the new mail
airborne this time, wings outspread
plain against the blue
by all who cared to see,
lazily burrining the air in
wide, invisible circles
deftly counter-pointing a
jet-plane out of La Guardia,
then suddenly seen to bank and climb-
a hawk, glistening.
You might note the skillful way it held to keel
veered into the brilliant sun, slip-slid this or that way
neatly balancing fore and aft, the toy of every draft.
Did it enjoy its light calligraphy? No one can ascertain.
Nor that you saw the wind ruffle the feathers of its head
or its burnished shins drag on the guazy air
with...
poem by Morgan Michaels
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