Community Renewal
Crossing the bridge
The Red-shouldered Hawk bisects my view,
hovers in winds stirring the river.
The hawk conjures a storm,
rustles crows out of crouched oaks.
Her wing frills a cloud, beats sky into steel.
For too many seconds light burdens her back,
presses her lower until she grazes
the loping river’s surface.
I am drawn to her as though we share
something material.
My eye trails her flight to an unattainable point.
She becomes invisible; a sun at dusk.
© 2007 Clare L. Martin
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