Saturday, December 31, 2022

i see the crows again by Scott Ferry

as i pass near the ikea
they are not crows

they are neurons burning
serotonin and ash

they streak and then solidify
a gas a liquid a crystal stream

they inhabit the bare trees
obsidian leaves glinting

they lift shards into the sky
a dark swallowing

of invisible wings
of wings no longer

attached to the earth


 


 
 
Scott Ferry helps out Veterans heal as a RN in the Seattle area. His most recent book is fishmirror from Alien Buddha Press. You can find more of his work @ ferrypoetry.com.

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