This entry is part 53 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses


A circling crow
turns into a hawk
as it clears the trees

with their bare-boned
parceling of the light. And then
those upswept wings—

primaries splayed like hands
open to the ground—
can only be vulture.

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