he found himself doing something he doubted few people did
if they were in cars they were
screwed
they werent competition
not with him
he owned it
anif someone tried to step
inbetween him and it take it from him theyd
find their hands full
he walked with hawks they accompanied him overhead
somehow he knew they were therehe lookedup out of the book he was reading
bold as brass
hed always been keen to their cries but today they were soundless somehowsomeway he was keen to their wings slicing the
high silverblue currents they soared on
Whasat
then
lookingup he found one then another
twos once threes
he was gratefultheyd never how much
but then he maybe thought
they wouldthat they were cognizantthey were on a mission his daughter divined
she admired them as much as he
MORE
they were her totem
his were buffalo though
on rare occasions hawks might have outtouched them
his earthiness demanded buffalo
however sometimessomething ethereal
airy a hawk
she was tickled to know that
about him
knowing at once his tendency to brusqueness
then that he could have a light lovelyeffervescent
touch
he walked with hawks the entire time
he was out
they looked over his shoulder as
he read
laughed at him when
he walked backwards through an intersection
drivers irritated honking their car
horns
Fuck
em HUH
in California a pedestrian
in broad daylight knock him down hed be up and through
the windshield eating their eyeballs he
wasnt someone to underestimate trifle with he was a buffalo of abundant readied violence constantly sounding in his
ears running in his veins slippery like a hawk slicing through the
sky
1824, Sunday,
28 2. 21
1024, Monday,
1 3. 21
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