from my unpublished collection
The wind moves in three dimensions, it has height and breadth. It is snowing. Crows ride the updrafts step off glide back to the tree line where are they going what are they looking for up the elevator down the escalator back and forth across the tollway something to eat something with which to build a nest what else would they be looking for it is spring a wall of windows blazes orange-red then all of us are carried away from the sun the earth between us and into the night the morning one calls the other answers idle talk to ease the solitude to fill the waiting a few new faces here and there a few of us missing a few of us mourned.
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First published in The Antioch Review
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