Prancing by Hiram Larew

Grackle me
            those slick-spots.
Trash take the squawking
            and like me so black colors flecked
            or muddy eyes-feet
Take over.
Sidewalk my branches more
            and peck whatever’s nothing —
            the tossed away or soggy flick —
            as if clouds were piled high-metal shines.
As if I was coming too —
            my cackle calls rough flouncing.

Hiram Larew’s fourth collection, *Undone*, was published by FootHills Published
in 2018. You can find him on Facebook at Hiram Larew, Poet, or at