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Crow’s Feet
~ Tina Gray
Tiny seeds of youth are these…
the trinkets of our heritage bound as treasures
in dusty boxes and crinkled brown papers.
We linger in our attics like hungry crows,
seeking with rickety beaks
for the soul’s bloodmeal-
the substance of a dimming past.
Feeding late into the night as our lights blur
and our candles drizzle to stocky stumps of wax…
we gobble up this moth-eaten reserve
filling our paunches to brim
with temporal gratification.
Grazing upon the faces of beloved lost ones,
existing now to us only as flavorless fillings
sandwiched between crinkly crusts of cellophane.
We putter upon aging feet…
fluttering lame limbs no longer capable of flight
-now simply mementos
flapping through showers of dust.
We perch atop splintered wooden horses
and scramble through threadbare muslin dolls-
glutting on the ageless beauty of tattered quilts,
salivating over strands of tarnished pearls.
In our desperation, we feed in a ravenous frenzy-
believing the seed awaits -
secured in crates
enameled by the snowy plush of time.
Yet by daring to intrude, we break the spell
inside this preserve of unbroken hours.
We taint the spotless climb with tender prints,
and shiver, bare and featherless in the bitter cold.
Any remaining hopes waft away
Like chafe upon the harsh winds of reality
as we realize the seeds have blossomed and withered,
never to be reclaimed…
All that remains are the spatterings of crow’s feet,
trudging a trail of discontented longing
upon today’s dusty shrouds of nevermore.
