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Hawk

On this mountaintop I sit
In solitude reclined –

For such a heightened lift
Soul-weary did I climb
The world foresworn – a bit
(My aching heart inclined)

A flowing form of art
A hawk goes soaring by
In curving – graceful – arc
Suspended in the sky

It liberates my heart
And with the hawk I fly
Heart to beating heart 
Eye to seeing eye

Copyright © John Oldham

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