| Red-tailed Hawk | |
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| from Wikipedia |
This day is drowned
Such quantities of rain have
Beat down on my tin roof
My soul is waterlogged
On the bare veins the limbs
Of a young winter oak clutches
A red-tailed hawk undaunted by
Such quantities of rain
The hawk surveys my yard
Flaps enormous brown wings
Away soundless but for the beat of
Such quantities of rain
Such quantities of rain have formed
Rivers of dream-soaked memory
Taking me in flow to my youth
To gullies and mud-pies of nostalgia
--Jack 2/4/'10
--Jack 2/4/'10
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