Kris has a one liner for me to prompt this 1st of November and her departure to Kansas



Where is that Damn old crow that lead us to the lake?

Cawed us out from under high school’s umbrella of memory

To lay our feet to the beach and surf gathering stoney stories

Pulled deep from the lake’s bottom like the history of us


Hard and polished by decades of feelings washed by life

In the over and over again sheen of living in the tides

To roll up on the beach of our togetherness and plucked up

For our telling of today from way back then.


When youth had us tangled up and giddy

And the shore of us was empty and waiting

for life to deepen and repeat, wash and cleanse

We are blues and agates, and petoskey, and shell on white grit


Called to the beach by that damn trickster’s caw

Picking up where we left ourselves to be found again

Together, to remember our rawness and lust

Now polished soft and smooth to be gather and shared









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4 responses to “AS THE CROW CAWS

  1. This is wonderful and beautiful. Thank you for the morning sensory experience.


  2. dorothyanneb



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