Redshoulders the dawn
Eyes closed to the East
A ladder unrung
By a car-length
Climbs up my cerebral cortex
I’m back on the boardwalk in Sea Isle stealing pizza for breakfast
The most important meal of the day
For teenage drunks and born-again Christians alike.
Now back to the hawk.
He was there for three straight mornings
Perched atop a street light above the 485 inner loop
But wasn’t there today.
One of us has escaped the other’s dream.