American Kestrel
by Michael Hardin
Art by Schuyler Dawson
Route 11 connects Danville with Bloomsburg. A kestrel perches on a telephone line, eyeing a harvested field.
She’s looking for grasshoppers, field mice, or maybe a songbird. Her blue head doesn’t turn as I pass.
I’m off to teach Composition; the kids neither hover nor soar. I want them to clutch learning,
to tear into sentences and stanzas, to take flight into words on raptor wings.
Schuyler Dawson, Empyrean Projections, Site Specific Sculpture
