November 27, “Crows, and Others,” from NOVEMBER: A Poem in 30 Days

crow

 Knowledge

The crows
that roost at the peak 
of Mom's barn roof
rusted sheet metal
rest
assured they will eat
by dusk.

 

Black Hand

one gorge, two buzzards...
then three, four drums beating, five
Canadian geese
ascend from the pool
deep on Flint Ridge

buzzards

excerpted from
NOVEMBER: A Poem in 30 Days
in memory of the last month of life of Lester C Coe (1925-1978)

About orangeacorn

We are, I believe, and everything is, in perpetual unfolding/enfolding/evolving. By surface appearances, we're in turmoil and fearfullness, but in fact our existence is on the edge of a new way, beyond the US versus THEM we have grown with. I encourage you to join me over coffee or tea in face-to-face encounters. I call this exercise, "CAFFEINE COMMUNION: Encounters with Paradigm Pioneers." I'm a Columbus, Ohio husband, father and citizen. I practice string band sounds from the ridges of Pocahontas County, West Virginia, the vortex of the ancient drone.
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