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Intersection (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

I spot a hawk perched atop a stop sign. He probes my poll as I slow my approach to this cross in time. We gaze on gaze and weigh the ways our brains behave, I and this birdly friend of mine. When we brake our stare he takes to the air and I to my grinding line.

nentwined 5-Nov-04/9:17 PM
hello again. :)




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