Mimicking hawks
I've climbed to the top of a poisonous valley
Valleys, pastel sheets (beneath/draped/across) my feet
Violet flowers weep beneath my feet.
Call the subordinate valley, to repeat
like an infant's cry.
Rise & echo forward [rise & echo forward] to the water's edge
to meet the beating of the waves
& form some kind of truce.
Love uneven [sand eating at the land]
Water whispering, the
absent pattern of your feet.
Our love echoed the valley, crying low into the
land, hiding its flowered head from the wind.
[Hiding its flowered head from the wind]
[Hiding its flowered head from the wind]