Narrowing Tracks

Grit flies from spinning rubber, the traffic is edging through roads, narrowed, by the plowed and pushed aside. Curb-side snow remains; solid humps turn brown, in an un-melting light. A lone chicken hawk circles an iced-over acre of snaking roadway, its black track attracts the birds eye, as if it were the contrail of an elongated rat, stretching into a bolt- hole of frozen sky.