Drake Hill Poem by Craig Steiger

Drake Hill



a group of rowdy ravens

makes a ruckus in the locust trees

up at the airport-

there are the beginnings of rain on Drake Hill

as I deliver new phonebooks.

Funny that I remember a line from Jon Pearl-

'It'd be great to be a big black bird

carousing in the sky-

but then you'd have to eat BUGS'

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Craig Steiger

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