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My Crows






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

Like myriads of
Spirited coal-flakes

Spread from the sky
Of another world

A heavy black snow

Falls, falling, fallen
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
 







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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