Birds and Water

crows seem to be the first to find it sometimes it bubbles up from under a rock or out of the side of a hill the crows know where it is they feel it when it come to the surface she was sick she had been sick for a year maybe more she would set in a wheelchair looking out the window watching the birds while she waited for her next treatment in the ironwood tree sat three crows they called to me as I walked to the door I had silk roses for her she could not stand the sweet sent of the real ones anymore the crows flew away as grandfather set in the lobby in a salt-back chair his wet face in his hands