(Delta County, Texas, Spring, 1995)

Tan against blue,
against blue,
velvet wings figure-eight;
scooping out windmills of sky,
a Kestrel hovers
over bluebonnets.

Tiny raptor
treads motionless, intent,
on a column of whipped vacuum,
in a Texas sky.

And I roll on,
to sit in a silent forest,
rifle across my knees,
pistol on my hip,
and remember things that happened
twenty-five years ago.

Nothing moves but my mind
and the wind
through the green, green leaves.

Copyright © 1995 James M. Hopkins
Image "Kestrel", 1996, J.M.Hopkins