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      October 11, 2011Doris VernonCrow and the Artist

      Crow flings his black cloak over his bony shoulders
      Caws into the sky
      Calls others from the Crow Clan
      And leads them over the corn field
      He’s painting     He’s painting
      They feel the vibrations rising
      Before they hear the sound
      the artist staggers through the field
      Down the country road
      Back to his hotel
      Crow flaps back to his perch
      Shivers knowing his wings are black strokes
      On Vincent’s canvas.

      from #26 - Winter 2006

      Doris Vernon

      “Born September 14, 1924, I have been involved in the Ventura County poetry community for 10 or more years. I’m not sure, but I don’t think I write from the viewpoint of an old person. I keep forgetting how old I am. What interests me? I like good meals, a comfortable bed, conversations with friends, something engaging to read, and words. I have an enormous collection of my poems, gathering dust, so to speak, and they are all nervous about their future.”

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