I raise my fingers
to the razorback moon
and twist
the sun into being.
Caw clatter split
One. Two. Three.
A tiny seed flowers against my fence.
The blind drops
one veil at a time
measuring distances
and friendships.
Inspired by the photograph entitled “Crow” by Alyssa Thayer in Flumes Volume 1: Issue 2, Winter 2016 (page 17).
Do you think crows are souls? They know when I’m at my window and cry when I leave, or never show at all. They’ll land on my roof and tap and scratch until either they get worn out or I do. I hear them chuckling and calling everyday while I paint, eat or read. They live among the wind and fences and carry magic on their backs.
-Julie Foster
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Summer 2017 Ekphrastic Challenge Submission
Based on Kristina Heflin’s photo Discarded, Volume 1 Issue 2, December 2016