the hawk in my neighborhood
is airborne
following the contours
of the hills & rivers
dropping down from time to time
grabbing up prey
making a sweeping exit
returning daily
for more
today
was different
as
we exchanged glances
on the bare trees
across the avenue
our hands are empty
& our spirits
awaken
--- e b bortz
(published in earth notes and other poems, Least Bittern Books, 2015)
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