Hawk

 

From angular fir to crooked spar,

Her luminous tail feathers split the air,

Unzipping it,

Revealing the curving hill and thickening grass

Until even I,

Weighted down beneath a coat of care,

Saw this morning’s lustre

…and hers.

 

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