A hawk circles over the ridge

This entry is part 31 of 47 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Summer 2012


higher and higher, until the line it draws
is thinner, fainter— Plumed, taloned, sprung,
targeting; on the way to becoming gone, out
of sight, and finally out of feeling’s range.

Something of that wild heartbeat once burned
its bronze tattoo from the inside of my chest.
See the gouge-marks on leathered flesh?
Evidence it wasn’t all fetters and stays.

But oh that velvet hood is soft and hides so well
the liquid glint in the corner of each eye.


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2 Replies to “A hawk circles over the ridge”

    1. Thanks, Robbi. We did see a hawk driving back yesterday evening, from NC where we helped move one of our older daughters who will be continuing her studies in music performance there.

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