163: Baby Crows

Slipping and sliding along the sidewalk

we stumble down to the corner shop

like disgruntled crows thrown off their perches.

Our glasses fog

and blind our eyes

to droplets the size of the marble ideas

we heap into tinkling stacks

between work and leisure while we cite

Poe and Shelley and Parson

and shake the rain from our feathers and order shitty coffee

and tasteless cocoa

from the Costa machine behind the sliding door

and stir them

with Vodka and syrup and stumble back

to our take-away Chinese and toss a pound

to the homeless man on the corner and wonder

when we will shed our fluff.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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