Crows in the garden
by M Lucky Gold

Welcome to our new square life.
Boxed since I came back to
our things on the walk,
almost lovingly set there,
and you, my littlest one, my last,
shoulders curled, voice cracked,
sniffing in the rain, a
bunny in a sleeping bag.

These two women next to me,
I forget their names—
Beanpole and Cougher—
dip to the rubber table,
nick it the way it’s been
nicked since ’78, when
they opened the place,
or maybe ’06, when they
renovated. I just arrived. Now,

it’s 90 degrees,
turn, lower, repeat.
Raise the cutter 4,000 times;
2,000 favour the left shoulder,
2,000 favour the right.

Appetite.

Turn. Lower. Repeat.
I want you to thrive, my last,
my miracle. Be warm, glisten,
even on paper noodles.
But hide low, like water—go
everywhere to grow old.

I dream circles.
Money arcs past, the need of it.
Hoe tips and prayer flags the only
corners cutting through earth and air.
More precious than fame, new one,
than porn, hip hop, movie stars:
trees hang wormy calories
in leftover lots, their limbs
still frame logic of pruning.

Even this table will dissolve in time.
Crows in the garden, our biggest problem.

Thank you, Mike

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