a crow dropped down,
black flare on the fence,
looked once,
shouted its harsh cry,
and was gone
in three beats,
leaving behind
a hollow echo,
and two startled taps
from that other bird,
my heart.
There’s Just No Stopping The Way
a crow dropped down,
black flare on the fence,
looked once,
shouted its harsh cry,
and was gone
in three beats,
leaving behind
a hollow echo,
and two startled taps
from that other bird,
my heart.
