Slow Crow.

Time passes.
And comes back round again.

Black crow sits
on a ‘Slow Down’ sign
as I make my way beneath.

Soon a metal bird will carry me south,
back overhead,
at a speed crow understands

only in his bones.
I’ll leave my soul in his care
until I return.

It’s OK, Asher, it’s all happened before.
Correspondence will be made.