a hawk sat on a branch

that halfway bisected an equilateral triangle

formed by roof, sash and window frame

the sky was blue

and white

the arms became

the coast of india

a curve, an open

arc, inverted

The tree’s suggested a way

to throw up my arms

just lift them       let go

and wear the rather large jewel

on top of the head like a small hat

or an eye or a crown or another face

on top of the round

face inside a face made

entirely of limbs and segments

that light is perched there

just to or for day light

and the arms are swinging

snap upwards like towards

the sky – it could be these

trees have got it – the right i-

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