This entry is part 54 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses


Harried by crows,
the pale red-tailed hawk
glides along the ridge

and lands in a stand
of black locusts broken
by last December’s ice,

one more pale wound
among the ragged spears
of raw wood.

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