Prison Time by John Dowell

I stand at the window 
for hours 
hoping something 
out of the ordinary 
will happen
besides pigeons 
and their sewing-machine 
strut
or a few guys 
in the yard doing burpees 
oiled backs like presses 
printing hours
some day 
a hawk 
will fly over
on slow-clock 
wings 
and take me 
with him
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