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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.
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