Behind smudged glass, we sat - Caroliena Cabada

watching hawks and shadows.
Sunset lights the underside
of glide wingspan, golden.
To be hollow-boned,
feathered, flicker yellow,
swooping fast on gale winds
rattling human windows. Two birds, circling,
seeming to hover, flap
only to course correct, grow
closer, then further. We sat,
pointed fingers as they turned
around maple boughs that shed seeds
in the summer.
Here, hunger pivots
for a kill, and sunset paints glass
fingerprints redder still.

Caroliena Cabada is a writer currently based in Ames, Iowa. When she’s not writing fiction and poetry, she’s often writing other things to help organize her community. She’s currently at work on a collection of linked short stories about six generations of a fictional Filipino American family and the social justice movements they have lived through. More of her work can be found at