Friday, January 15, 2010


nyc_velvet



Smoke Hawk



We talked that night
the hawks
returned
you could hear them
from your opened
window

Totem

The cry that
gave you hope
knowing
connection

Now I have
an envelope
filled with your
hawk's feathers

Gift of the hawk himself

Perhaps I need to burn them
and let you go

Smoke hawk



jjl
3/28/2007