a solitary pine
stands in the palmetto
the far away sun
is warming me
I see a red-tailed hawk
low in search of prey
and finding none
it lights upon my tree
and lighting there
as I have happened by
the scene is absolute
a pine a man a bird
it does occur to me
that I might be the pine
that I might be the bird
who's looking back at me
the sun is watching too
but does not speak
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