Follow a Lone Crow: a Day 3 #NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo2020 solo #Renga

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gray sky

the back-and-forth swaying

of bare branches

a street suddenly empty

of pedestrians

a wrapped package

left out on the front stoop

trembling hands

heart racing just entering

the local supermarket

A descending crow in flight

no sign of its murder

so silent

within these closing-in walls

another Friday

A caught breath at every

curious throat tickle

Follow a lone crow

still no way away from

this pandemic time

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  1. Yes, an incredibly creative way to use “murder of crows.” I so understand…I touch my skin to make sure it’s cool and try to identify every cough.

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  2. Your poem evokes the eerie atmosphere of empty streets, Frank, and the wrapped package on the front stoop speaks volumes. I love how you’ve played with ‘murder of crows’ and the final lines are ominous.


  3. Oh you’ve expressed so well the fears of us all in this time….suddenly worried at one cough or tickle of the throat in the morning….trembling hands as we must interact with a package or mail or a credit card at a grocery store. It is indeed a surreal time.

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