Hatagoya's Desk

Monday, April 25, 2022

Horizon

by David Chorlton
 
Along a late sunbeam
crossing where the tall trees stand
with a wing for the left
and one
leaning right, the Cooper’s Hawk
stirs apart the flock
of pigeons gathered for protection
against the sky.
                         The west
is a blush spread wide
and the east
is open to receive the shadows
passing over the land with nowhere
to rest. This is how
the day glides with the knife blade
drawn, to its
concluding ring when
the bell swings one
last time
against the steel horizon.

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