waiting for crow

poems 1 Minute

©2023 michael raven

outlander wandering
neverwhere a home
walk on, old man,
drift on

fingerwaggle
mystic chatter
bores him to the bone
and the troubadour
he once knew
shot dead while
alone midsong

skin sags, eyes
become trees with
rings and hollow
staccato waltz
tap tap tap
waiting for crow
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