on a cathedral crosscurrent (over the highest
catholic spire in Lewiston) the crows flap in catching
the last bit of sunlight�����rose-copper
strikes the fragile frame
of wing bone under their flight

in the trees over the tennis court, in-flying
bump those perching - a constant wave
of lifting, flitting and setting
orchestrates the filter of sunset

the noise is immense, the raucous
raconteurs tell their stories of nightwaters,
the black branch above the stream

hovering over
one fish, one chance
the last worm



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