Michael Collier
MORNING CROWS IN A FRESH MOWN FIELD BEFORE RAIN
Three in a group then one coming from a distanceto make four dividing into two scavenging...
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Michael Collier
Moments that were tender, if I can use that word, now rendered in memory’s worn face, have names attached and, less vivid, places ...
Michael Collier
That’s how he looked this morning, / a thrashing, fissured monument / pecked by birds that nominate his skin
