4 crows

align at the new power line

draw string from each beak

count the walkers who shuffle by

they hold grudges ya know

you just put your self somewhere

you pictured yourself somewhere looking up at these 4 crows

and you can freeze them in space

change the back ground

smell the air and take a picture in your mind

walk down an echo laced hallway

and observe the pictures hung on the walls

you can feel yourself accepting this slowly

accepting this as reality

let in the spirit of whom you have borrowed from emotionally

let them know that you are OK

that you have found something sacred
and what sacred had flowers delivered
to you

between some tangled particles

in your heart

in your mind

in the souls of those 4 crows lurking there on the power lines.