Cabildo Quarterly online: "Nighthawks -- A Sequence" by Leonore Hildebrandt
Nighthawks
Slicing into thought itself,
stringing flight noiselesslythrough thick yellow light that hunkers
over the asphalt, the tall illuminations,the pallid sky––between Interstate and motel,
unnoticed mostly, the moth-eaters convene,ambitious, fast, exuberant––
releasing hunger into…