Three crows flew away from the crab apple
tree at the front of my driveway as I
stepped onto the porch to take the morning
air and get a feel for the day. Their flight
spoke of cautionary tales of how what
is being enjoyed can be disrupted
as easily as when someone, something
appears thirty yards away. I thought
of dark corners in churches, deserted
parking lots and the pleasure of the flesh
while the spirit waited for a greater
union to occur that involved the heart
and soul and body and mind as we kept
an ear and eye open for the slightest sound,
the slightest shadow to be heard or seen
to flee like Eros from Psyche. I’m sure
there are other crab apple trees not far
away. We always knew where they were.
-Byron Hoot
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