Sunday, August 5, 2012

Poem: Crow In a Gale

This poem originally appeared in 2River View. If you have the right audio, you can hear me read it at the following link:


Now I'm off to be an auctioneer for the first and last time in my longish life.



Crow In A Gale

of disheveled tufts
on a catapult
about to throw,

the projectile
quilled yet frozen,
cinched by wind,

a talon
from hurtling
through a sky of cement
and oatmeal.

hood ornament
of a streamlined grove,

pitted against
a sharpened speed
of drooling gray.

a plight nearly fumes.
almost a serif


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