Old Hawks

The red-tailed hawk turns
on a thermal above the wild
brushy ground and cries

There is nothing you need
Nothing is precious but time
Nothing is worth dying for but love
Nothing is worth living for but peace
Nothing belongs to you but now

I have lived with this mystery
for so many years:

Where do old hawks go to die?

J. Kyle Kimberlin
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