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 #26 

April
2013


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a poem by Jason L. Huskey (1 of 2)

As The Crow Flies

Like a piece of tread,
black feathers bind to
Memorial Day pavement.

I recite a tercet of prayer
for all involved, the crow
& the Cadillac chasing

him hard around the bend.
Nothing's as straight as death,
a destiny reserved for kings

and rogues & even the trees
prepared to carry us all
a standing man below.

© by Jason L. Huskey

 
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