My Crows
1/
Disguised as a pigeon, you’ve just had
Enough food
From my palm
(& heart); then, you jump high
With your cloud-coated wings
Circling right above
me
Ready to flee away, but only after
Shitting on my head
(&heart, again)
2/
Like billions of dark butterflies
Beating their wings
Against nightmares; rather
Beating their wings
Against nightmares; rather
Like myriads of
Spirited coal-flakes
Spirited coal-flakes
Spread from the sky
Of another world
Of another world
A heavy black snow
Falls, falling, fallen
Down towards the horizon
Down towards the horizon
Of my mind, where a little crow
White as a lost patch
Of autumn fog
Is trying to fly, flapping
From bough to bough
From bough to bough
Yuan Changming
Yuan Changming published monographs on translation before leaving his native country. Currently, Yuan edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Qing Yuan in Vancouver. Credits include eight chapbooks, ten Pushcart nominations, & publications in Best of the Best Canadian Poetry (2008-17) & BestNewPoemsOnline, among 1,609 others across 44 countries.
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