POEM: another meditation

another meditation

a sateen breeze tousles the grass at the edge of the cement patio
chipping sparrows flit to the feeders, running low after our week away
one insistent crow shouts from a nearby tree; I think I see him but no,

that’s a broken branch

I don’t know whether there’s a jewel at the center of this labyrinth
but for now it’s enough to read a magazine, to feel the embrace of the wind
to wonder what the hell the crow is going on about

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Jason Crane
2 June 2018
State College PA

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