HE COUNTED ONE HUNDRED HAWKS THAT DAY DRIVING

Ten hours from Amarillo to Flagstaff

And that averages out to six hawks an hour in anybody’s math.

It made him feel good to see one hundred hawks in one day’s driving

And

Read like sheet music,

Read like a sentence,

From east-to-west,

From six aye em to four pee em,

Those hawks could have been the notes of a song

Or an avian alphabet

And the meaning and the message was always going to be good news,

Always good news.