Observance (poem)

​This morning
A crow
His intentions so convicted
Barked through the open summer window
To make me want to ask
What has got you so rankled?
 
This afternoon
A trumpet’s waves
Came through the woods
Not like my noise
Eloquent
Fitting with the breeze
Copacetic
Shadows flickered through the canopy
Like a jazz syncope
It makes you agree
 
The trumpet and the crow
Remind me of what could have been
I will never blow a
True note
Nor fly
 
The trumpet and the crow
Remind me of what is
I observe the way
I sing and fly with them
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