I crested the curved hill,
watched three crows fly away
from a chipmunk on the road.
Apologized.
At a glance in my mirror
saw their return.
Creation
The red-tailed hawk
erupted from the red-
leafed hillside something
in its talons
thought,
“This is how we were made –
a fury of earth
full of desire clutching
what cannot be let go.”
-Byron Hoot
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