A Matter of Faith

Friday, January 15, 2021

You can count on the crows
before sunset, bickering.
This is my faith.

How they swirl the air like ink
or smudge the trees
in charcoal, out of sync

with their own shadows.
This is my faith before nightfall
as evening skies

the color of rosé
segue to black
with echoes of cruel laughter.

Friday, January 15, 2021