CROW 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 Rattle #26, Winter 2006
Tribute to the Greatest Generation
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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.”
