The Conference Room
Two crows escape.
One crow shivers
in a barehanded tree.
One crow hides
in a brow of high grass.
Two crows bounce
from spot to spot freely.
They rise at once,
finding
opposite ends
of the same old branch.
Two crows shiver.
Then the pair is gone.
Now the graying mist
comes back in.
Dale Dougherty 