October 31, 2006

By Tony Brown

Every hawk
loves a poet —

always soaring those circles
and then diving
upon a detail

all those crow thoughts
that come nipping in
from all angles

Every hawk
loves a poet —

the sitting and
watching
the terrible mouths

the solitude
broken now and again
in public

as two or more
fly around each other
over the same ground

About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown
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