She took the hawk wing
and spread it
slightly from the shoulder
down, from the bend
of the wing to the lesser
coverts, from the primary coverts
to the tertials, to the carpal edge.
The bird was dead
to begin with, found
splayed over the white
line of Arnold Drive. She was not
scared of death, she took
the bird in like a stray
thing that needed warmth
and water. She pulled it apart
to see how it worked.
She nailed the wing
to her studio wall.
She told me not to be
scared. I watched
and learned to watch
closely the world.
Ada Limón is the author of five books of poetry, including The Carrying, which won a National Book Critics Circle Award. She’s originally from Sonoma, California, and lives in Lexington, Kentucky.