Mudlark No. 46 (2012)

Old Neighborhood

Seven crows circle like black Conestogas.
Something glints at their center: a fire, a ruby
of raw bone and meat

near Charles Market, where the old men
sun themselves and read the obits
in plastic chairs set out for them

on the 1930’s sidewalk. A cloud
floats over like a huge white hawk,
a hunk of chill and vapor, dripping

a few white feathers. I imagine,
as my shadow rivers by, the satisfied
smile on the hawk’s white face.

Susan Kelly-DeWitt | Snow Zone
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