24 October 2006

Carol Peters

[from Muddy Prints, Water Shine]


Next to a Carolina highway,
face ringed like an owl’s in white feathers,
the northern harrier stands in the gusts of September.
Dark wings, down-turned beak, staring eyes,
a folded tail, speckled thighs.

The drivers are blind
to the pale bib concealing
the span of muscles tied to a breastbone’s keel,
muscles quiet, resting toward the moment
when the bird flies.

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1 comment:

  1. Very good descriptions; I was able to get a sense of this bird and I love the last line. Thanks for sharing.