Dragons in the Gum Tree Grove

The Hawk

I heard a hawk cry in the grove
five times loudly, then clap his wings.
Whether he cried for prey or love
I could not say.  The telephone
rang in the still of hushed bird songs.
The hawk soared upward toward the sun,
riding the wind's colorless swell.
You asked me why I seemed remote.
I didn't know how to explain
the hawk's cries held me when you called
in a space where unbound beauties met.
“I heard a hawk.”  “And did you chase
the chickens in, and call the cat?”
My beauties broke in your commonplace.

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