 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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AuthorMatty Adams (born Matt Stinchfield), 9th generation English colonist living on ancestral lands of Abenaki peoples. A person who writes prose and poetry, non-fiction (even if you don't believe it is true). Let us not define beings by the things they do, but by the love they bring. Please do not confuse my work as a definition of me. Archives
February 2025
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