A welcome distraction from meetings

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.