I Don’t Know London

By Lavonne Westbrooks

Lying in grass, drinking blackberry wine
I watch two hawks arguing territory with crow.

Ee-ow, ee-ow, I call. They respond,
settle differences; quiet descends.

Never been to Spain or Africa or any Asian country,
only London when I was five.  I remember Father

Christmas left presents on my cot; snow there
looks like Christmas cards but those are memories.

Crow and hawk are mine, I know this place.
I walk these woods, toe first, then heel like the deer.



Category: Poetry