Hawk Tower
Where nothing is made to order
and everything falls apart,
myriad discoveries spiral westward,
dancing with the eyes of a hawk,
murmering feathery evasions,
sending waves up thrusting to fall
against this coast.
Here, I shall build with the compressed
history of boulders of rock and raptor
round a pillar of whirling words.
Scott Malby
Posted over on A Little Poetry
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