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
at
11:35 AM