Crow Friday: Hangin’ on the Eastside

Hangin’ on the Eastside

Of a Mexican neighborhood.

I’m just chillin’ by the library,

Across from the corner store.

When it’s sunny, I could see

The mountains from here.

I could see the marine layer

Moving slowly across the sky

Like a magic carpet ride.

One day I’m just goin’ to hop on it

Ride it to where it goes,

Relax my overworked wings,

Float over the canyon below.

And when the mist descends

I’ll circle,  glide and return

Back to my neighborhood

Where there’s plenty of crow

And enough food and twigs

To go around.

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