4d
each morning the crows
gather in the trees
behind our house
dozens of them
calling out
carrying on
sweeping back
and forth
in between the tight spaces
of things
donβt we wish
to watch well above the world?
donβt we hope
to trace the light ascending?
gather in the trees
behind our house
dozens of them
calling out
carrying on
sweeping back
and forth
in between the tight spaces
of things
donβt we wish
to watch well above the world?
donβt we hope
to trace the light ascending?
