blue skies poetry

crow
on a black metal table
outside the cafe

she stumbles
catches herself looks around
and spits on her shoe

freshly cut grass –
but the edges are the same

a piece of paper
at the edge of the old pond

my boots leaning
against each other–
still dusty

~ Allan Brown

Allan Brown’s AB’s twenty-second volume of poetry, One Way or Another, is forthcoming from Rubicon Press.

Read more of Allan Brown’s poetry:
- Butterfly or Bird
- Four Haiku
- Between Seasons
- Two Haiku
- Three Haiku
- Seeings
- Todesfuge

Filed under: Allan Brown by akublik Date 6 September, 2010