A Dozen Hawks


a dozen hawks circle over town

desert wind catching the wing tips

and fork tails


a bird wheels down to head height

then up again over the empty highway


a sunburnt road sign

with names of towns

half a day's drive away


fork tail hawks above the hotel

and the fawn stone courthouse

gliding over the dark skinned people

by the side of the road

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