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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

Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #26 ~ April 2013    next poem