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 PoetryXHunger.com.
in 2018. You can find him on Facebook at Hiram Larew, Poet, or at PoetryXHunger.com.
