Prospect Park
In a bare tree over melting snow
eternity’s white owl snares its roost and
watches for opportunity.
Slipping up the winding path to the witch’s brim
dog, dad and daughter perambulate.
Hound strains against the leash
coats bleed colors into the morning.
Caught amidst academics’ real estate –
a modern urban instant.
Back below, a pair of hawks rout the owl,
scrabble back and forth on the oak and
assume it’s perch in time and possibility.
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