An image of the black crow friends of Dumbo,
a memory of my childhood, a smile…
driving, enchanted, a dry oak leaf,
like a wren cartwheeled
across the lanes of the roadway
seeing its legs, its feet, its wings,
tumbling, caught in the puff of breath,
lifted against the wind right to left…
But a moment of imagination
an epiphany of wonder
The brown-dry leaf given agency,
tumbling over the macadam,
as if caught in that lifeforce
the power of the spirit
the air alive, a gift, evocative,
in the brightness of the January stillness…
January 12, 2026
Like a wren cartwheeled across the roadway
Poetry Where You Live.
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