<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=463719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hawk IIII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I sat up and stared at the place the hawk had been-<br>rose, shuffled to the window, in fact<br>the Barrio was still the Barrio, in every respect: <br>the Projects not going anywhere fast, <br>the cars still parked along the curb<br>yellow, black, red and green<br>the little tree empty of wrens.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Well', I thought, <br>present or absent<br>a hawk makes nothing different.<br>Difference, the mis-en-scene, the meaning<br>being the human part, and up to me. The hawk<br>was just a hawk sitting in a place where you don't normally<br>expect to see a hawk, that's all.<br>But I couldn't help thinking of the way<br>the halk made the neighborhood quite wonderful-<br>here: a flyway, and gone, <br>just a desolate, hawkless tract.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Morgan+Michaels">Morgan Michaels</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=463719" data-title="Hawk IIII de Morgan Michaels" data-description="So I sat up and stared at the place the hawk had been- rose, shuffled to the window, in fact the Barrio was still the Barrio, in every respect: the Projects not going anywhere fast, the cars still parked along the curb yellow, black, red and gre..."></div> </div> </div>

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