I love crows.
I first wrote this poem February 20, 1999. Last week I tweaked it a bit.
It’s still a work in progress.
What’s the simile?
His wings are as wide as the sky
They blacken the whole schoolyard.
I like those wings, his dark body
and his call, that shoots across the asphalt like a ball smacked hard.
I look for him each recess—
I wait.
His shadow
holds down my whole day.
