Under our Noses

Poem by Melissa Schussman of Portland, Oregon

                  Crow
a blueblack brother of dreams
         iridescent flash as he flaps
    his wings in the sun
flying in legend
              like his sisters, the Crowgirls,
                         who scavenge leftovers
                    from the dead
              but also lead them
                     to the next    fields beyond
and flying out of legend
          to scavenge roadsides
                  for food
                   as he hops away from wheels
          clicking his talons on pavement
                    and his beak
                as he chatters
of our insolence.