HUNTER’S PARK
hawk sticking a home together
that would have to do
shuttling twig
and branch tip from another tree
to high in the chosen oak
dry
early open spring without a
leaf to hide its work
in but the
children not looking up only
a man that did not move this
mild
day of sunlight on trunk in hawk’s
park where robin and
grackle were
none now and red squirrel few and
April would never come the
same
nor would the hawk be again or
the watcher only
some other
RODNEY NELSON's poetry began appearing long ago in mainstream journals like Georgia Review; but he took a twenty-two-year fiction "break" and did not restart as a poet until the 2000s, in the ezines. See his entry in the Poets & Writers directory. He has worked as a book and copy editor and lives in the Great plains.
