the snow falls a second time—
sun climbing the east
Diving flight above
then bash! hawk
hits a treeside—just missed that squirrel
The houses and trees
made vague by this morning’s fog—a world of slow ghosts
*
Alone under clouds
swollen with rain before dawn—raven’s rasping laugh
Pigeon’s gulping moan
somewhere over the dark streets—cold fog before dawn
Gull with chickenbone
sails shrieking over the lot—chased by his brothers
*
Purple-faced clouds brood
on a low gash of twilight—
can’t look at the book
Gulls circle and screech
above a bare parking lot—dusky pink morning
Spring sun appears and
retreats and appears again—sky full of birdsong
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