Friday, June 13, 2008

Quote by: Francine Prose Poem by: TA Delmore

Francine Prose said, "For now, books are still the best way of taking great art and its consolations along with us on the bus."

Bird of Prayer

The crows are gardening again.
Up with the sun they peck
the earth.
On some occasions
they bring their young crying
to the land; morsels are stuffed
down tender throats, raw
from cawing.

In Summer they solo and caw
to God, pause, caw again, move,
and caw once more. A trinity
of praise.
In that joy, hopping,
flying; movement in prayer,
crow recreates a dance of thanks,
never seen by Noah.