santos scribes

Today I walked and walked and walked all the same sidewalks and neighborly streets I usually do and somehow I knew I would not find a heart stuck in or on the pavement a perfect shadow of light, the perfect pink petal of a flimsy cosmo “not today” something told me and I knew it to be true and then on 23rd street where the road begins to bend to the north and that black and red car with the 313 plates is always home a glossy crow shone and saw me coming and did not fly away rather it stood one and a half feet tall and three feet from me in the empty street like it knew it was to see the likes of me today like my presence here was the most obvious thing.