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I love crows.

I first wrote this poem February 20, 1999.  Last week I tweaked it a bit.

It’s still a work in progress.

What’s the simile?

His wings are as wide as the sky
They blacken the whole schoolyard.

I like those wings, his dark body
and his call, that shoots across the asphalt like a ball smacked hard.

I look for him each recess—
I wait.

His shadow
holds down my whole day.


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