the crows seem more audible than they used to
outside my window and on the porch
and in the streets

so, long, ago
the crows

watching a movie or lying in the sun
they are there making a racket
not the money kind
the noise kind

so, long, ago
the crows

i was walking to the liqour store
and saw one dead
then I thought of her

in the alleys laughing playfully
it seemed like just the other night

the massage parlors too, wet and streets
and you
never left for want
just left me in bed to wallow and destroy
what was left, of that summer

so, long, ago
the crows

black wings unfold
just before you land
a tiny story told
about the crows

i was walking to the liquor store
and i saw one dead