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In The Sanctuary Of My Head

The Broken-Winged Birds and People (re-edited 4/5/2323 3:03PM PST) (re-edited 11:14am PST 2/23/2023)

The Hell Of Winter (re-edited 4:27pm PST 3/9/2023)

My Grey Haired Love...La La Lullaby , La La Lullaby My Love

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE



When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of Glasses

Kathy Brown Kathy Brown

Something Not Quite Right About Here (Vortex) re-edited 1/26/2023

THE COOL TILES BENEATH MY FEET REMIND ME

The Way Of The Crow

DO YOU TURN THE LIGHTS SO YOU CAN SLEEP?

The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall

CHRONICLER OF DREAMS

YET ANOTHER ANTI-POETRY POEM ( re-edited 11/2/2022)

You Do As You Please 8/17/2005 found poem, readjusted 6/20/22

HERE WE SIT AT OUR TABLE 2/19/2022

Much Better Than This ( A Conversation With The Universe)

The Straight Story (What Happens When The Writer Inserts You Into Her Story)

THE TIDE CALLED LONELINESS

A Girl Always Leaning Forward Looking for A Breeze

Entanglements

Have You Ever... (DECEMBER 4/2021)

Appetites

How I Still Love You

The Smile Which Eludes @

He Says To Me, I Think Too Much (and hence dream too much as well)

When You Learn Who You Really Are And What Is...

Anti-Poem Number Three 8/2/2022 Or, A Poem Your Proper Mother Wouldn't Write

Breathing On My Own

A Girl Is More Than a Beautiful Box re-edited 10:15pm PST 1/31/22

I LOVE YOU ALWAYS ANYWAY AND INSTEAD

Talk To Me In The Dark 7/8/2022

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Each One Of Them Is Accounted  For (And Matters)




rounding the curve of I5 North
as a bobsled would maneuver the track
I witnessed
a murder of crows
witnessing the death of one of their own

he lay by the roadside
one wing broken, still flapping
the others giving either encouragement
or proclaiming their vast distress

my eyes a beam focusing
for a moment
the eye of my lens
memorizing the troubling scene

pain registers in the
pulled strings of winces
traveling across my face

if this were a town
not a boorish city
I would ask to stop,
wouldn't I?

death
is sometimes an accident
a footnote
a byline
a glimmer of light on the television
a sentence in the mouth of the reporter
present one moment and then removed
as if it hadn't happened

it must be different
to experience this,
to be an animal..,
but I am an animal
just a different sort

the world is too
BIG
and...
the  counting of significant numbers is minimized
then trivialized by the multitudes of dying
being normalized

but not to these birds
who are already dressed
in their mourning jackets...
each and every Crow is accounted for
and matters...


 ( I see them bowing in the rear window now in unison)

June 14, 2022 happened 2:12pm on the rat-race called I5 North

legal copyright for this poem 5:42PM PST 6/14/2022 time and date stamped
and also for this writer/poet/author MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY REGISTERED AND COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE:
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD





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