This piece is about two years old. I wrote a synopsis for it on Facebook that I was planning to copy and paste, but I don't have access to Facebook right now, so I'll describe it briefly... I got the inspiration for this as I was driving back and forth from work. Over and over, I kept seeing crows by the side of the road... just sort of standing there. One day, when I saw a crow, I blurted out the first stanza...
By The Crowside.
Crow by the roadside,
Road by the crowside.
He’s up and down,
Across the road,
He doesn't even know why.
Black feathers, black car,
Passing in the morning.
Going nowhere, going somewhere,
Passing in the evening.
Going somewhere, go where some go,
Going nowhere, or go where none go.
If you go nowhere,
You'll find a crow there.
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This next one is about ignorance and blind fury, and it's only about twenty minutes old. It's about a news story I saw on television last night, where those tea party protesters were converging on Harry Reid's hometown as a political statement. I italicized the 2nd stanza to emphasize a change in meter and a shift in tone.
The March.
No room for small hands,
Much less space for doubt,
And the tired metal tapestry
Will force dissension out.
And I shudder to realize
In the light of each morning
Watching from my place a mile away
Those gleaming red marchers
That funnel through canyons
Might get what they march for someday.
Not a sliver of light
Or an inch there to breathe
Between marching figures
Strong-willed & naive.
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