SACRED SPACES

A walk among the crows-

I take you with me as I walk along roads, and cut through soybean fields
 -       in my back yard-

I take you with me and we smell the newly blooming clover-

We find a cobbled path toward the river and hear the blackbirds calling
         kwap, kwap, kwap, kwap-

Yet when get too close to them they fly away-

We see rooftops: mansard and hip-

My favorite part was the bright red bougainvillea on the wrought iron balcony-

Thank you for the walk.