Crow Road

The Crow’s black back
All brittle shine
Arches as she climbs
Staring down at the ants
Playing their war games
On her path
A murder of her
Away the Crow Road
No perch to be found
And a heat tarry
A barrel scraped
She dips and coils
Feathers oil
Black then green
Leaving a jetstream
Of pollen and rust
In her fretful wake

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