Crow Calls, Randy Ravens

I'm curious: to crows
what kind of call
is comeliest of all?

Restated: to ravens,
are raucous, rasping
responses erotic?

Balloon

A punctured balloon
Leaking air:
Tired exhalation.

Mirror

Looking in the bathroom mirror,
Suprised to see:
Looks like I have it together,
Not how I feel.

Reach

A naked feeling
A card fallen to the ground
And no crutch to reach

Ziggurat

Cascading water
blankets the surface
of a conical brick ziggurat,
a single downward-outward sheet.

If you watch it too closely,
the bricks will lift up
and fly into the sky.

Of the gaps

Fighting the invisible demons of airflow:
They moan and howl in bitter protest
As I pull hard on the door
To close that very
Last
         little
Bit

Chopsticks

Getting hold of some people
Is so difficult:
It's like picking up
Very soft tofu
Using very thin chopsticks

Her Touch

The subtle softness
Of a skilled touch
Applied with grace,
Pressing not much
Along my face.
But she's a stylist,
It's just her work,
Nothing personal;
Still it makes her
Twice as beautiful.

Bluish Sky

Empty bluish sky
Where the mountaintop should be,
As if photoshopped.

Cloud top

Another white cloud,
High as its nearby neighbors:
Top of Mount Rainier