Bearded Crow*

 

Perilously perching

on the topmost limb

wings askew for ballast

the bearded crow

 

stares down the gorge

and slowly up the cliff

then sideways back again

puzzled whether he

 

has steam to enough

to glide the sky to paradise

before daylight's done

when clouds eclipse

 

the highway home,

lingering interminably

for the wind to shift,

caught at mid-life.

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*JOUVERT 5(2) (March 2001).