when the crows speak
it's usually with an exclamation point
& a bright contrast between black & autumn gold
nothing is
as it appears
on a postcard
even from the glut of cyber sound
the wind simply responds
with a change in direction
sometimes too small to measure
just before the sparrows leave the wires
you know the crows will say it all
and after every pause
more cries
--- e b bortz
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