Ben Rasnic
The Crow
The crow struts
through the garden
with its stick figure feet
and cartoon toes,
angles across furrowed rows
of tomatoes and beans,
head bobbing
like foam rubber dice
from a rear view visor;
flexes its black puppet
wings and fluffs its
feathers, spreads
a banana shaped beak
wide open
appearing
almost to smile;
poses
for a pack
of playing cards.
Ben Rasnic currently takes place In Bowie, Maryland. His poetry can be experienced in recent
issue of Breadcrumb Scabs, The Orange Room Review, Jimson Weed, Connections Magazine
of the College of Southern Maryland, Feelings of the Heart, and later this year in The Clinch
Mountain Review and Westward Quarterly.
Home
Issue Four
The Crow
The crow struts
through the garden
with its stick figure feet
and cartoon toes,
angles across furrowed rows
of tomatoes and beans,
head bobbing
like foam rubber dice
from a rear view visor;
flexes its black puppet
wings and fluffs its
feathers, spreads
a banana shaped beak
wide open
appearing
almost to smile;
poses
for a pack
of playing cards.
Ben Rasnic currently takes place In Bowie, Maryland. His poetry can be experienced in recent
issue of Breadcrumb Scabs, The Orange Room Review, Jimson Weed, Connections Magazine
of the College of Southern Maryland, Feelings of the Heart, and later this year in The Clinch
Mountain Review and Westward Quarterly.
Home
Issue Four
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