A picture of a crow

The Morning You Left

My brother and his family live in Canada.  I miss them.

 

The grass has turned yellow

In the footprint where your tent was

A crow pecks a worm

It must have surfaced with your heat

Like the worm I’m unprotected

In the face of relocation

Like the crow I’m in an empty field

Staring at my feet

 

 

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