Black Words

(more 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


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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