A crow carrying a pine cone
larger than its body
flapped its black wings
as it flew among the trees.
Others called out
fluttering from branch
to leafy branch.
The effort seemed enormous
as I turned back
to the blank page before me.
Patrick Flanigan, from Milk and Coffee
(Monterey, CA: Pacific Grove Publishing, 2002).
Posted by kind permission of the poet.
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