Tag: poems

8 Minutes

Black crows sit in the trees,
every morning risen
with the sun, the asphalt drizzle,
the incessant hawnking bouncing
and fleshy in pursuit of souls,
or mates in the winter, the summer,
then sitting on the light poles
to remind men over whom they
reside that they are not
the highest nor the lowest form
but merely forms in search of other forms
whose shapes are never certain.

8 Minutes

Black crows sit in the trees,
every morning risen
with the sun, the asphalt drizzle,
the incessant hawnking bouncing
and fleshy in pursuit of souls,
or mates in the winter, the summer,
then sitting on the light poles
to remind men over whom they
reside that they are not
the highest nor the lowest form
but merely forms in search of other forms
whose shapes are never certain.

NATIONAL EDITION

Northern California: Rain in north-
ern coast through tonight. Partly
cloudy to sunny elsewhere. Highs
near 60 to near 90. Details, Page B8,
Bay Area report, Pages A21A-A21B.

Printed in California. $2.00

NATIONAL EDITION

Northern California: Rain in north-
ern coast through tonight. Partly
cloudy to sunny elsewhere. Highs
near 60 to near 90. Details, Page B8,
Bay Area report, Pages A21A-A21B.

Printed in California. $2.00

fingers

I want that rather than
hold me
or rub me
or stroke me
or caress me
you would curl them around my elbow
and squeeze
and hold my arm as we walk by the shops
seeing things that would be nice to have
but are unnecessary
unextraordinary
unable to grip me
or dig into me.

So much
from such dainty things.

fingers

I want that rather than
hold me
or rub me
or stroke me
or caress me
you would curl them around my elbow
and squeeze
and hold my arm as we walk by the shops
seeing things that would be nice to have
but are unnecessary
unextraordinary
unable to grip me
or dig into me.

So much
from such dainty things.