Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Two Crows by Emma McKervey #12

Two crows

It should’ve been a sycamore seed
twinned, too late in the year,
too high in the firmament,
too black, too splayed, two crows
lock-jawed for the scrap of food,
entwined, rapid and spinning,
propelled back to earth.


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