Wednesday, February 8, 2012

As the Crow Flies


As the Crow Flies

It's only a short way after you cross the first bridge
as the crow flies, as they say.
Just shake the coal from your clothes
and the black from your boots
and walk the road between there and here.
You'll know it when the sky falls flat
and the land rolls beneath your feet,
when the creek ignores the treasure in your grip,
when the day holds light instead of dark.
You'll feel it in the way the crow flies straight
between who you were and who you are
with or without your permission.

4 comments:

  1. i really love how your words sing.
    great ending. so true.
    i've always admired your natural talent
    rick

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