Crow

 

 

A glistening wet crow alighted roughly

Confidently

Upon a run of fence beside my garden

Strutting along its vantage

              Cars hiss by beyond the sidewalk

              To its left

The crow will step and stop turn its head

Decide not to fly away just yet

According to its unchosen agenda

As lived out by

Its own thousand choices

              I’ve stood at the center of the

              Philippine Sea and sat on this

              Doorstep by the same rules

The soft mist wets the crow and

Wets my boots as they

Protrude beyond the coverage of the

Short porch

              We share the dampness

              Our hearts full

 

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