| Latest Poetry Nathan Coppedge WHERE NO CROW FLIES, early variation Like a lark in a cage �Like a shot Between the eyes� Where an old woman dies In the silence of birds Where no crow flies Flies may be flies Where no crow flies Where an old woman dies In the silence of birds. Darkness is hitched To the darkness of words In the darkness a stitch Of the silence of birds. Poetry 2006 ==============Return to Poetry Main================= |
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