between two old crows

poems 1 Minute

©2022 Michael Raven

"fuck fame, flattery,
success, money"
the old master wrote
and then he laid back
to suck his thumb

i nudge him with a toe
to make space

"words, too"
i add, joining in

he closes his eyes
a ghost of a smile
and we suck
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