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Sport 43: 2015

The lonely crow

The lonely crow

The river knows what the lonely crow did
when the others left in the noonday sun.
What crying happens under rapids,
what happens when the running’s done?

What’s with the bees that rise around us
like a city’s elevators?
Why can’t we all be cute and famous,
and set upon by demonstrators?

What could be hotter than a rocker
dancing high in hard-won glasses?
Why is the gardener so macabre
about his taxidermy classes?

Nothing sadder than a lonely river.
Nothing darker than a single crow.
Shiver at the strong’s surrender.
Play a tune on your June piano.