2021 Poetry Broadside Submission #3: AS THE CROW FLIES By Peter Kaufmann, Homer

AS THE CROW FLIES

By Peter Kaufmann, Homer

 

All that black and shiny knowing

that the shortest distance between two points

is never a straight line.

From the first beat of heart

to the stillness of last breath,

laughter, tears,

a slow blink apart

 

The spiral curl of ammonite

emerges from crumbling bluff,

its print, once soft,

dissolved into stone

 

Who walks straight

when there is so much to go around,

when the only piece of black in a blue, blue sky

folds its wings and drops,

catching itself,

just before it hits the ground.

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