PIGEON HAWK
            Polly Brown
                c. 1974
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                        for Alex
	
While we packed, a pigeon hawk
fluttered above the lofts
lost in the dusty shadows
of the barn.
            Finally he stuck
at a window above the hay mow
uselessly flailing:
his broad tail and delicate
wings spread, beat
against the glass.

I climbed to the hay mow and you
took up a pole to guide him out.
We called, pointed with the pole;
he flew to a middle beam,
saw the square of light,
larger, clearer, the door
slid-back;
    and in sudden faith
that the barn would make sense at last--
that that light would hold him--
soared through


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