Looking Over His Shoulder
I saw a hawk
regal, strong, and proud,
invincible as Odysseus,
swoop down and land
in the tree out back, never
looking over his shoulder
to keep an eye out for death
or the tax man
or the latest physical ailment,
like the rest of us
seem to be doing
all the damn time.
-- Michael Estabrook
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