Saturday, February 11, 2017

RAKE'S PROGRESS

Clutching a tense
quaking
bough in the

grim park—some
how, the lone
North

American crow—
muck-
feathered,

caws long
and precisely his
desiccated doom—

incredulous
at the graciousness
of this early thaw.

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