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Crows Finally Find Me in Spartanburg
Across three weeks and two
hundred miles, I called to the crows.
In Charleston we chatted daily:
weather, trinkets, food,
and the flight of our lives.
I missed the bright black flash
down paths untaken, the raucous caw
after nights of love, their constant
quirky advice. Would they dare
just leave me without a totem?
This morning when I prayed,
"Thank you," a crow cawed.
It started a field of geese to honk
like a Greek chorus. I hardly needed
the commentary to note the timing.
Just to make it clear, the flutter
of pigeons taking flight caught my ear.
When I looked, a single silent crow
flashed across the square of sky
framed by the sides of the porch.
They found me in prayer.
They welcomed me home.
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