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What’s Left

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on May 13, 2024| 3 Comments »

 
all my excuses
disappear on black wings—
crows scattering from the field

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Love Song

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on October 6, 2023| 5 Comments »

We think only of the one-note racket,
the sharp, harsh caw of crow that claws at silence
in warning or begging or a rallying cry.

But the crow, too, sings—
not like the Romeo warblers,
so that all can hear, no—

it blends soft cooing and rattles and growls
to woo as it nuzzles and ruffles and bows,
as if the crow knows that some songs

are better when shared so close
that the only one who can hear them
is the one for whom they are sung.

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Thank You

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on March 30, 2021| 4 Comments »


            for all poetry friends
 
 
I am perhaps the crow
who, parched, unable to fly,
arrives at the pitcher
and realizes
I cannot reach the water.
But in this story,
there are no pebbles nearby.
In this story,
there are other crows
who arrive, each
with pebbles they drop
into the pitcher.
You, my friends,
are the crows.
Your words
are the pebbles.
And slowly, sweet miracle,
the water rises.
 

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One Redirection

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , on January 14, 2019| Leave a Comment »

 

 

 

surrounded by the most

lovely silence

the crow

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yet another note to self

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on January 27, 2015| 3 Comments »

funny how much more beautiful it was
when I thought it was a hawk riding the air,
that crow

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Nine More Black Birds

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on February 24, 2014| 5 Comments »

every day
meeting the world
without a theory

*

to catch a crow
the Greeks set out a dish of oil, the birds
dipped their wings in a longing for company

*

all those dreams dead
and rotting beside the road—
great day to be a scavenger

*

why would anyone
catch a crow I say to my hand
as it grasps

*

these thoughts
so blue a crow
wings through

*

I put a scarecrow
in my thoughts, on his gray hat
a crow often comes to sit

*

five animals in Islam
can be killed with no blame
I don’t know the other four

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okay, crow,
I say, let’s have it your way,
awe, awe, awe

*

listening to the crow
the whole world
is crow

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Cutting Through the Conversation

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on November 4, 2012| 7 Comments »

No words so perfect
as the crow.
Although I try.
to verbalize
the changing color
of its eyes,
the widening circles
of its calls,
the syllables
deny me. Only
crows can fly
on wings so black
they’re light. And words,
well I adore
those, too, the wrestling
with, the humbling
by, but moreso
I do love
(oh hush)
the crow.

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Three Birds and a Woman: Six Haiku

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , on May 6, 2012| 2 Comments »

alongside the cliff
keeping pace with my car
the blue heron

*

flying blackbird
dead mouse in its beak
this too is peace

*

more wind
than woman
this flesh

*

midnight
even the whitest lilies
are blue

*

sharing breath
with the crow
the whole world is crow

*

in the nest,
two blue eggs
two wide brown eyes

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Haiku: Five Miracles

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , on February 2, 2012| 1 Comment »

It would take weeks
to walk to your house, still
our hearts so close.

*

This morning I ski
into the woods—forty years
later I ski out.

*

The snow did not stop
when I said stop, but it did
not fall forever.

*

Across the lake
invisible in the trees,
the crow in my ear.

*

That ripple
never travels and it is
always new water.

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seven haiku

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , on January 21, 2012| 1 Comment »

the wind blows
both ways at once
my thoughts, too

*

fingers covered
in syrup my daughter reaches
to hug me

*

me and the falling snow
both of us
shadowless today

*

crow in the empty
tree, it did not sing to me
like a crow

*

in evergreens
drifting snow and how can it be?
scent of lilac

*

rushing to dance
with the moon, I tripped
on my own wanting

*

January and I
recall over tea we forgot
to make resolutions

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