Unburdened
Clicking latch
of the evening door
boot tracks through
fallen feathers,
crows adorn the eaves
little ebon stomachs
growling.
“I don’t have any seeds
on me right now”
Bird’s beady eyes
cut through camouflage–
now crows adorn
my shoulders
pecking at my ears,
my eyes, my heavy heart.
With outstretched arms
still as statuary
I stand like a scarecrow
in fallow fields
and am stripped bare.
The murder flies
away with strips
of my fear,
chunks of grief,
little worms of loss
and I pull my collar
back up and walk inside
unburdened.
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