A group of rowdy ravens
makes a ruckus in the locust trees
up at the County Airpark.
There are the beginnings of rain
On Drake Hill
As I deliver new phonebooks.
Funny that I would remember
What Jon Pearl once told me:
“It’d be great
to be a big black bird
carousing in the sky--
But then you’d have to eat bugs!”
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