Lorne Daniel — Crushed

Poet name: Lorne Daniel Poem title: Crushed Poem: The bad news this week relentless, rolling past my glazed face. Addictions, elections, deaths of the wrong people, hypnotic grief. Dazed at the roadside today I breathe hot exhaust. Blurred tires hiss, rut and groove the grey just a step away. Over, over. On the shoulder, waiting for a break, me and this sleek crow, its cape tucked and trim. Light disappears or plays, iridescent, depending on the moment, the angles between us. What impresses me as a semi blows by, buffeting, is — yes— that unruffled coat but too the shining absence of concern. Unblinking. Legs spring-loaded, ready to jump to some small grain, fresh-crushed and nourishing. End of poem. Credits: Copyright © Lorne Daniel Previously published in Red Wheelbarrow Literary Magazine, National Edition (2017, Vol. 18 Iss. 22) Lorne Daniel recently returned to poetry after many years away. He has published three books of poetry and his work has been included in anthologies and periodicals across Canada, the U.S. and the U.K.. He lives in Victoria, BC. Find Lorne on Instagram at instagram.com/lorne_daniel