Crow Rise

Crow rise

Before the sun speaks

crows jump out of the locust tree with the thin lines tied to their spindly black ankles

And pull the sun out of her warm horizon.

As they fly they converse in encouraging cackles like the souls of aunties

Teaching and reaching

with their wise black beaks

caw calling kah craw creatures

come crawling if you must

and ride dark wings into the day.

The kaws draws crushing

Hearts awake to ride the thin red lines and pink stuff scuffling past.

The rooftops catch fire briefly

And there is nowhere to light and watch until the flames are high enough, above the blaze of fluff and haze.