a moldy (and probably not very good) oldie

today's poems is an unpublished piece. i have hundreds (maybe thousands) of poems, fragments and "ideas" on my shelves - some bits of them may eventually get incorporated into larger pieces, and rarely one or two may end up being edited into a "new" poem. this one is from a "collection" that was written between 1982 and 1987. It is unsolicited and edited once (to be put up here).


CROWS

There are two crows in the apple orchard, talking a sour and hard dialogue.
Their silhouette in flight is more of struggling than grace.
i watch them pecking at old, rotting apples.
Their language is unique and if not beautiful, it is rewarding.