On mind
Nov 23, 2021
a tree in winter
single
on the hilltop
could disappear
into the gray sky
but for the heavy load
of crows
a cacophony
all sound and flurry
signifying something
lost
indiscernible
at the heart
of the fluttering mass
black slurring paint on the canvas
black rippling meat on the bones
holding for the eye
some shape to see
withholding
all meaning of the seen
