Volume 2, Number 4 -- April, 1997
and leap into flight in comfortable disarray
A black blizzard
Guard crows stand beside the road
and eye my passage
giving no ground.
Single sentinels stand still atop white topped fence posts,
the best seats in the house,
disdaining the breeze,
eyeing the setting sun.
I pass through a flock of 'Awks!!!'
as they 'Caw'l out my passage.
Whispering wheels whine
a high speed song down
the smooth paved way,
while miscreant gravel crunches and snaps crackling accents
into my flying ears.
Sringel - 10/17/94