Amber and Black

chill autumn morning

mist lingers above

the neighbor's pond

created with a creek and

a levee of piled earth

there’s nowhere to go

nothing to get

no one anxious

to come around and

inquire what’s next

except for the crows

they gather on rails

of the fence that divides

raising the temperature

discussing what matters

they can’t say enough

about joy

about dread

all day they hang out

caw to each other

chatter through dusk

about one thought or another

disappear

with the

sun as the

atramentous

dark