If anything, seeing the hawk hovering
in the glass-top patio table makes it
more majestic. The clouds a mattress
too far away to touch. I lean over,
the bird blotted out by my big fat head.
The doctor who caught me when first I fell
to earth remarked—Baby got a big brain.
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