the hawk and the fool

the hawk hung
suspended above
the intersection
not moving
wings spread
pinions shuddering
as the man
the gas station
parking lot

a glitch sounded
in my operating system
my mind frozen
in time with
the brown hawk
hovering in place
over angry drivers
and beads of water
carrying the dirt
of thousand trips
going nowhere in
the perpetual wind

disconnected from
transitionary ebbs
aloft on these
unnatural currents
buffeted harshly
while midspasm
dissociated from
my flesh suit
between flashing
street lights

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