Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Dear Crow



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:

layers said...

oh wow-- your poem is simple wonderful-- filled with visual imagery.

jgy said...

Thanks, Donna:)