A snow of crows
falling from a wire,
a rain of tiny gold leaves:
we are uninvited guests here,
wading into the middle,
spreading ourselves out
like a blanket.
Can we read this weather?
In the silence,
I hear that song.
I am in love with this sky,
stitched by birds,
brighter than yesterday.
We ourselves sprout wings,
lift off,
fly away.
© 2020 Cynthia Linville
(Previously published in the Sacramento News & Review)
Cynthia Linville's work has appeared in many publications and several anthologies. Her two books of poems, The Lost Thing and Out of Reach, are available from Cold River Press. Linville served as Managing Editor of Convergence: an online journal of poetry and art from 2008-2018, and she has taught in the English Department at California State University, Sacramento since 2000. Cynthia frequently reads her work in northern California, often in collaboration with musicians, and has received three mini-grants from Poets & Writers. She has been nominated for a Pushcart and has been a featured artist on Sacramento365: http://www.sacramento365.com/featured-local-artist-july-2014-2/ See more of her work at CynthiaLinville.com
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