Crag the Crow

Three wisps of clouds travel the hazy heavens.   The dome of the sky containing the cool of the day  for a bit longer this morning.  The sparrow has left the nest for his rounds.  The mouse is off on some errand.  This voyeurism is made under shade,  on a porch,  in a sorta comfy chair. The suburban wildlife is wandering, as the derelict house stands here.   Slowly sinking; slowly yellow to greening.  The cedar leans to threaten with inevitability  Of a cleansing crash from a supersubstantial sabine.    ...

Doors and windows and stores are shut Sheltering in place to sacrifice to give life. To the Least, the lost, the laos. To walk is a renewed pleasure Footfall, swish of pantlegs Echoes and silence. Patients benefit from the neighbors free gift. In the cool of the night, domestic sounds waft. Ages past, analog times. Too late for too many, sun rays shall again be cast. Whir of a transformer, the venting of a drier. And more! Clothes hung on the line. Cotton cord stretched pole to post. An old woman tenderly hung the armor of her kin.     Her back, her fingers, her line bent to the ground. The Lord assists to the last. She placed a pole in the center of the droop,     That old staff guarding the precious vestiture - The splintered pole has a grand pedigree In the midst of an ancient forest, a tree was planted A Silent Gardner choosing its perfect place.     Dropping its seed, the arbor carpeted creation,     The great canopy ...