Exaltation On the other side of the glass separating me from wind and wilderness, I see the quick black arc of a crow’s descent. I’m half-convinced they only do this for the rapture of wings. The next time we travel the mournful grey sidewalk, no matter how busy we must all stop to bear witness– see the delicate tips of a tree reaching for the sun, how the crows alight on them, this new growth just strong enough to bear the weight.
Faith Allington is a writer, gardener and lover of mystery parties who resides in Seattle. Her work is forthcoming or has previously appeared in various literary journals, including Bowery Gothic, FERAL, Cosmic Daffodil, Gold Man Review and Crab Creek Review.
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