Black Words

(more cinquains...in a chain...a crow cinq chain...?
a Sink Chain Corvidae...)

Black Words

Two crows
come and sit on
the power lines above
our house.  Between them, the wind blows
black words.

~

Black words
drift from the sky
with the gravity of
all that has been lost to falling
water.

~

Water
is the color
of everything and
nothing i have seen pass between
two crows.







7 thoughts on “Black Words

  1. I like the way this poem is knitted (crocheted?) into a chain of images. I especially like the black words blowing between the black crows on the wire. Great combination of the concrete (black birds) and the abstract (words). Great job!

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