when the sun shines on a hawk on the post
go ahead, reach out
and stroke it
the fear of its turn: sudden death
do not let it frighten you,
my friend
it is the culmination of a soul gathered in,
shining out, over the din
of heaven
when the sun shines on a hawk on the post
go ahead, reach out
and stroke it
THIS POEM APPEARS IN MY BOOK Approach
