Earlier I had left my office on campus, startling a hawk with a dove in its talons. The hawk flew, but dropped the dove at to the edge of the arts and sciences building. I advanced a little but felt too bold, too annoying. Also I was scared. The hawk flew on. Two prominent hawks in one day is impressive, but the birds of prey are lively in the South.
Monday, September 07, 2015
Sunday afternoon on the outskirts of Milledgeville
Nipped down to yoga at 5:15pm for the 5:30 class, it was closed, Labor Day and whatnot, I was hurt, so I rode my bike out to the old hospital, past the state prison and all the fences wrapped in razor wire, voluntarily did my time, got back on my bike and found this eerily beautiful cemetery watched by a giant red hawk inside a sun-dappled forest and then I followed a gravel road up a hill to a statue of a beautiful winged goddess with her arms raised to the sky. I was listening to The Clientele.
Earlier I had left my office on campus, startling a hawk with a dove in its talons. The hawk flew, but dropped the dove at to the edge of the arts and sciences building. I advanced a little but felt too bold, too annoying. Also I was scared. The hawk flew on. Two prominent hawks in one day is impressive, but the birds of prey are lively in the South.
Earlier I had left my office on campus, startling a hawk with a dove in its talons. The hawk flew, but dropped the dove at to the edge of the arts and sciences building. I advanced a little but felt too bold, too annoying. Also I was scared. The hawk flew on. Two prominent hawks in one day is impressive, but the birds of prey are lively in the South.
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