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Ruth Gooley


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A flash of brown and white
at the corner of Wilshire and Pico.
A hawk. I chase him to a palm tree,
stop, stare at the whiteness of his chest,
the dusk of his wingtips,
the hook of his beak.
 
I rasp at him with the pss pss pss
my brother Ed assures me
will reassure wild birds.
The raptor sits still, observes me
with one glaring eye,
feathers straggling after the rain.
 
A passerby stops, I jump.  
The bird jumps, too, then settles back.  
The newcomer follows my look,  
offers, What a beauty. I respond, Yeah.    
We watch as the bird stretches his wings,
throws himself into the air, hits the sky.  


© by Ruth Gooley.
Used with the author’s permission.
 

 

 



Ruth Gooley has published a variety of poems in Your Daily Poem, Ibbetson Street Review, vox poetica, and NatureWriting, among others. She also published a dissertation, "The Image of the Kiss in French Renaissance Poetry." Ruth makes her home in a cabin in the Santa Monica mountains, where she lives in harmony with the abundance of nature there.

 

 

 


Post New Comment:
barbsteff:
�throws himself into the sky. Wonderful analogy.
Posted 09/12/2020 04:55 PM
Anastasia:
A wonderful moment, wonderfully expressed!
Posted 09/12/2020 03:09 PM
joecot:
A marvelous moment, captured.
Posted 09/12/2020 12:13 PM
cork:
There is rapture in the raptors.
Posted 09/12/2020 10:10 AM


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