The Crows
for Philip Verne Sturges
The crows are flying
black, in our direction.
I would say no one knows why
but, that’s what I always say
so, I won’t say it again.
Rows and rows
of them light on
the lines.
The crows are flying
black, in our direction.
She went away,
she just did.
I would say no one knows why
but, that’s what I always say
so, I won’t say it again.
The crows are flying
black, in our direction.
She went away,
she just did.
Rows and rows
of them light
on the lines.
–June 2017
One Comment
Philip Verne Sturges III
Thanks Alvah, I don’t remember seeing this particular poem or your dedicating it to me. I know we wrote quite a few poems together, sometmes you or I would write a poem and then the other would respond to it with their poem. I miss writing with you and the fun we had working together at the Loop, and the times playing guitars at your apartment and at my house in Lakewood. i look forward to seeing you again in the next world, I know you are there now, writing new poems and lyrics. Til then, take care old chap and I will see you around the next bend. 🙂