Pop Is Dying

A crow perches

on a Do Not Enter

sign

in the twilight shadows

outside the window

where my father lays dying.

 

He seems to wait Pop out,

just as stubborn,

with nowhere to go,

his tail facing us

as if he were just passing though

and stopped at the bar

for a toot or two.

 

San Antonio,

1/18/03

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