Tag: crows

  • The Ritual

    To writ in stone did
    those two crows
    alone appear each
    morn to renew
    our sacred vows.

    Fell from the commute
    of the daily murderous
    drive we awake with
    black oily coffee
    the dew steaming

    after the frost faced
    nest broken open
    hatching of bugs
    flies about they
    can’t be counted.

    Good mates in
    the end make
    good poems
    where hide
    birds in trees.

    What and where
    thru displacement
    here during the moon
    of words dressed
    in black feathers

    this crow types
    last night’s notes
    its mate never far
    emits the occasional
    caw clawed to signify

    I am here you there
    in and out of our
    respective shifting
    stances first you
    then me to gather.

  • The Crow and Epiphany

    I was waiting for Epiphany
    when a crow painted me
    silver and black
    like a wet Cadillac

    The paint a moist paste
    white and yellow and blue
    with what hue did she
    pass her message to me

    The next time I saw Epiphany
    she preferred not to know me
    but I knew the crow in her
    parting designed my destiny.

  • Through the Alley at Twilight

    Twilight, the time of evening just before dusk,
    brouhaha of shadows passing to their roost,
    a calico on her last prowl before turning in,
    ethereal blue rectangles lighting living rooms.

    Porch lights welcoming neighbors and intruders,
    strings of lights celebrating an open cafe or pub,
    or a place to sit out on the stoop and talk,
    couple browsing by in postprandial comma,

    recalling injuries of the day, hair down,
    disappointments, missed chances, kiss offs,
    walking up or down the darkening alley,
    unpaved gravel, ruts, the walk difficult,

    but nowhere near impossible, preferred
    way, the two birds scuffle, feathers ruffle,
    they separate, then come back together
    and drop lower into the trees, looking

    for a mate that won’t hate to sleep alone,
    will get up and fetch the bone without
    undo complaint, make some coffee,
    filter dreams, shovel another load of mulch.