Stalemate, lingering past due
Trespassing future
Moments that might otherwise result in something useful
Like crows, catching sight of one on the wire to the left
Just sitting there, maybe waiting
They have it made
Singular or in a group, crows have it made
Like the barely there mushroom tat
Riding her little finger,
Scanning for the song
Sometimes, she was not of
or for
this earth
Underneath, in small letters
"everything"
It depends on what you want—ornaments or food
Like this:
It was in a Civil War cemetery,
and we were conjuring
The heartbreaking story of a man who loved nature and reading
A bride, in a wedding dress every Sunday, putting out lunch
For two years after the lay
He thought about her as a song to the rhythm of seams in the road
Until wires on the side
Until crows giving no quarter
Asking none
Singular or in a group, they took nothing not granted
Singular or in a group, they had it made
