The Crow Cocking

By Sandra Kolankiewicz

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First we’re asked if we want to change tables,
            a free upgrade, the offer innocent

enough except we will find no Reward
            Program exists.  I don’t have to tell you

how many names I heard but remember
            not one, instead recall the crow cocking

its head to look down at me from the dog
            wood branch on the tree lawn, unusual

to see them perched so low unless they have
            a reason, so I couldn’t listen, don’t

remember a word except the end was
            the same, love just what some people feed on

before sending it away all confused
            and feeling guilty for talking, thirst more

likely to keep you where you’re wanted than
            a seat with a good view will make you move.

– Sandra Kolankiewicz