Crowing for Rain, Sun, Berries, Salmon

for a writer friend (Sandra) growing her murder one Cirque Journal artist at a time

she holds a wave
wind from the moan
so many tribes now echoes
not even printed newspapers
hold the stories, but crows
hustle history

she is on barnacles
seals gulping air
moving like gliders
rubbing whiskers against
crabs scurrying
crows waiting

she writes lines
in between ca-ca
regular black crows
pushing air around
eagles, dive bombing
Douglas firs, eagles
tripped up in their jet stream

crows juking on a road above
picking through French fries
two bags splayed on yellow line
they bob, weave, jitterbugging
on tarmac, never fearing crushing

crows are taking her moan
reparations in spirit
so many tribes, millions
eradicated for their crow
people, all those animals
uncles and aunts, tribes
in a fifth dimension

she is in many fields
crows the messengers
not of tribes’ deaths
but of their songs

the leather and beads
those feather fans
long-houses and totems
dog soldiers and weavers
so many crows on the edge

crows take their souls
hold audience for white
women like her
she writes poems
lifts black from white
until her pages are the murder

crows everywhere
on the stanzas, inside
the capitalized ‘o’
under adjectives
crows rushing verbs

no fooling around
crows out there
in the thousands
ten thousand in Seattle
moving Puget Sound
ghosts with unifying
flight, native keepers
waiting for word warriors
to see their glory

Paul Haeder's been a teacher, social worker, newspaperman, environmental activist, and marginalized muckraker, union organizer. Paul's book, Reimagining Sanity: Voices Beyond the Echo Chamber (2016), looks at 10 years (now going on 17 years) of his writing at Dissident Voice. Read his musings at LA Progressive. Read (purchase) his short story collection, Wide Open Eyes: Surfacing from Vietnam now out, published by Cirque Journal. Here's his Amazon page with more published work Amazon. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.