Crow on the No Dumping Sign was first published in the now defunct Vita Brevis Press. Featured photo copyrighted by Mark Tulin.
The Crow on the No Dumping Sign by Mark Tulin Sorry, mom I won’t spill your ashes on your favorite desert today, can’t say a prayer on federal land, intruders prohibited on public property There’s no trespassing even for a feral spirit The crows know more than we do, coyotes sing howling folksongs and the wind swirls an orange light The snake bites the jackrabbit who’s lost in the moonless night Unless you want your son prosecuted and fined, you better heed the No Dumping sign, and stay huddled in your box of char, where your soul shall remain unscattered.
Crow On The Wire 
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
Kinda sad that we can’t spread our loved ones where they need to be. Very poignant how you expressed it.
Excellent and sad poem.
Thank you for reading. 🙂
Thank you. 🙂
It’s sad that mom didn’t get her last wishes. 😦
I still have the urn. There’s still some hope.
❤