Crows
I hadn’t really noticed before
that crows have black beaks.
Of course,
from the perspective of wild birds,
man is the great mistake.
I flicked away my cigarette
and went back up.
Where was your mother born?
the other people waiting
wanted to know.
As always, I could hear
the false friendliness in my voice.
She was dying across the hall –
like wind and rain through the magnolias.
--Howie Good
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