A Confusion of Crows

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.
– Closing Time, by Semisonic



We talk a dark string from twilight to dawn,
one last strand holding onto
nothing and

And they
(they three)
just sit there on the wire,
a fat black ellipsis against a cold gray sky.


Day 4 on the PAD over at Poetic Asides. 




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1 Response to A Confusion of Crows

  1. Shawna says:

    I love the last stanza. 🙂 Those buggers should start doing something entertaining!

    But this is the magic, to me: “We talk a dark string” … It makes me think of homemade can-phones, connected by a “dark string.” And THAT reminds me of would-be sweethearts who live next door to each other, which reminds me of a Taylor Swift video. It also reminds me of Big … which reminds me of Big (from Sex and the City) … which makes me want to cry a little because that was my biggest heartbreak ever, watching him hurt Carrie over and over.

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