driving
on thirty-sixth avenue
half-way between
the hospital
and home
I passed
the casket company truck
making morning deliveries
on the hill
was a murder of crows
I thought
then what do you call
a truckload of caskets?
a circumstance?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this too much. I have always loved how crows are called a 'murder', and you know, a circumstance of caskets sounds just about right. Are you sure you made that up? (smile)