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
Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads April 2020 – Day 3 – Existentialism (Imagined by Kerry)
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Frank J. Tassone 
Wow such a powerful way to use a murder of crows. Eerie
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Thank you! These are eerie times.
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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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Yes, it feels just this eerie, and I’m with you on the throat tickles……..
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Yes, it feels just this eerie, and I’m with you on the throat tickles……..
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Indeed – the whole world is in Existential crisis just now.
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I agree with all your other readers thus far.
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“No sign of its murder…” So many ways to interpret that in today’s scary world. Very haunting.
Feel free to check out a few of my ‘discover prompt’ haikus, if you’re interested. 🙂
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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.
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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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