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Poems

High in a maple
a crow is calling, calling
–nobody home

Heaven and Hell
are but regions of the heart
with disputed borders

Posted on May 5, 2017 by Mikels Skele

There are songs of hawks
and poems about eagles
but never starlings

An old sassafras tree
pushes reluctant leaves
out into spring

Sparrows bicker
while the sky
contemplates rain