hold on caw feel...

photo by Jake Brewer © via Flickr

silo silhouette

I trample my destinies

herd my broken promises

toward the open elevator shafts

storing each idea as a grain here

to be milled into future poems

the soft light of morning

near Spring rises with gentle insistence

over the slate roofs across the street

the lurch of busses bleed

through glass dreams 

I try to remember them

as they slip away

into the growing sounds

of a new day

I hear the crows tell me

the other side is closed for now

and that I may best be served

with my eyes, a wide open mouth

hungry for more of what escapes

the sound of words

to seed tomorrow's poem too

EJR ©