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One-Eyed Crow

Caged bird for sale, Mercado San Juan de Dios, Guadalajara, Jalisco, México

A one-eyed crow
glares at me from atop
the roadside birch.
If it had hands,
it would be waving me on,
disgusted by my clothes and hair,
which are caked with mud.
But crows have no hands,
and they cannot wave,
nor can they carry sabers
to cut down their foes.
If I could capture that crow,
I’d put it in a cage
lined with newspapers
and sell it—cheap—
at Saturday’s flea market.
Instead, I am retreating
from its mocking tongue.


Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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