Typewriter Series #2653 by Tyler Knott GregsonA morning of crow...

Typewriter Series #2653 by Tyler Knott Gregson

A morning of crow caws, raven screams into the wind,
I sit silently, triangulation to find them in the woods.

Cyclone of sound that circles this place, black ships
into the black hole, round and round I absorb them all.

They take turns, call and response, questions asked
and questions answered, I sit silently, ignorant.

This, the melancholy of myself, surrounded by wild
but unable to translate it, truth spills and I listen.

Land awhile, at least let me look at you, land
and though I cannot call back, scream to me.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-