Now I know (or am pretty sure)
it's a crow who has brought me these finds
Now I know
it's a crow,
She's the one who lifts
such gifts as
mirrors and J's
Umbrellas and frames
waiting for me to see that it's she
who's spelling my name
It's not a coincidence that she flies these things
up to the sky, deposits them under
the roof of my eyes
The roof which houses children at play
Oh crow you dear trickster,
Your game's mine today
JGY
Found in Japan
2 comments:
oh wow-- your poem is simple wonderful-- filled with visual imagery.
Thanks, Donna:)
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