Again that hawk appeared
This time right in my yard
Three strange caws I heard
But when I looked around
He quickly disappeared
I waited for him in the sky
To signal it was not absurd
To see in him some intersection
So far and yet close by
With that other world
An omen or annunciation
Of some fragment of my I
I rushed too soon to claim
The secret of my spirit name
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