Driving Through A Murder

Head lights illuminate
the pot marked street.
Laurels arch their branches
over the road, casting
shadows
hands
cross
my field
of vision.

A murmuration
chased by
a murder
is revealed
at the end.

The roar
of engine
mixes with
the cries
of starlings
of crows
of wind.

A murmuration
chased by
a murder
scatters
the sunset.

Crows chase
cottonwood
fluff
darting
left
right
in front
of me.

A murmuration
chased by
a murder
and I
fear
impact.

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Cars in the Mist

Rumbling four ton machines
pound rain into clouds
underneath rubber tires.

They ride paths paved
by the giants
that came before.

Migration patterns
follow the tide
of bulls and bears.

And we pretend
to have tamed
these beasts.