driving toward the
morning sky

I must be attentive; the spring potholes
punish the wandering mind

crow gently rises
from carrion breakfast
to allow me to pass

the pine bough
of crow’s chosen perch
barely bends;
tho the bird looms large

the greens, the orange
the gleaming black death eater

what have these to do
with this shattered passageway

today this dark ice will melt
as orange brightens to yellow
& tonight it will freeze again

©2008, Denis Dunn

Two more of Denis Dunn’s poems appear in our Winter anthology: “Winter in Maine on Rte 113” & “Silent Solstice (Winter Becomes Maine).”

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