Crows

by Joshua Wait

Crows and crows and always crows
transecting telephone wires, an envelope opening,
two or three, then forty spinning, spinning,
spinning beads about a thread, feckless
dancing, sweeping pantomime about an ashy
acid sky, notes frozen, frozen in a line.

 
Crows in flight
 
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