Category Archives: Crows

Take it to the Bank, Cassandra

Downtown in April From high in a ragged spruce In the bank’s back lot Like an unheeded alarm A fledgling crow’s lonely squawk

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Restless Particles (a Hallowe’en sestina variation)

Near the bottom of the street a crow’s nest rests high in a linden. A loose stick tap- tap-taps in the wind that oboes its moan through October evening eaves. That wind wept rain all day into the nest and … Continue reading

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Euclid vs. The Slow Worms

Every spring, spades turn warming soil Over and mound it up in rows. The spaced seeds germinate while The furious sun grows old. The slow worms under the garden Squirm through their loose knots and tangles, Keep the soil aerated, … Continue reading

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Self-Portrait of a Blind Man at Evening

  Self-Portrait of a Blind Man at Evening Maybe you’ve seen him by the harbour in the south wind, listening, trying to hear over waves the distant fugue whale pods still continually compose off Chile in groans of carbon compressing … Continue reading

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Darkness Settles Early

Darkness Settles Early The end of August. The turning wind edges north. Though darkness settles Early now, the evening crows Find their way home. Where are you?* *Tankas really are country songs.

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Count Up the Things That’ll Always Be (The Entropy of Bitter Coffee, a country song)

It was long after midnight when I heard you knock ‘Cause you couldn’t get your goddamn key in the lock. I didn’t say nothing when I let you in But the coffee this morning’s as bitter as sin. Chorus We met … Continue reading

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Where Prime Ministers and Other Pricks

I am, it turns out, a misanthrope, And, though I don’t wish you all a rope Around the neck with a lovely knot Tucked behind the ear, I’ve often thought A scaffold—black with ravens and crows, Where a white dancer … Continue reading

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