Back to the Hawk

A hawk

Redshoulders the dawn

Eyes closed to the East

A ladder unrung

By a car-length

Climbs up my cerebral cortex

And whoosh!

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.

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