In town,
dry fall leaves
red and yellow last
before rain speeds decay.
Parking lot row
new metallic blue Toyota pickup truck:
stabled, four by four,
gun rack with Winchester pump
twelve gauge cleaned and ready.
Windshield reflects sky,
reflects scream of hawk,
squeak of sparrow
taken off hood.
Rusty breast and tail feathers of grey
shimmer in glass,
dark talons weighted,
dart between naked poplars,
over roofs
back to sky.
published in Prominent Voices in American Poetry, JMW Publishing Co., 1999.
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