Crow in Ordinary Flashback

120 CROW IN ORDINARY FLASHBACK ANN DOUGLAS Graying the fence—a crow’s shadow pecking shadow, and the chokecherry’s— I’m aware of the cost adding up every time I see it again. Flat wings flexing on plaster. To watch my tender abstraction —so extended, so widening— turn on me— sheer as an amethyst day— I’m not seeing the tiny con, that might-as-well-be maggot. No more than a haiku. Or banging shutter. ...