Crow

The day began in tears,

one of those heart to hearts

gone down a muddy path.

Pajamas, too much honesty.

Touch and go.

But somehow

we pulled it out,

like the shiny bead

I found on the ground

and pocketed for you.

I knew you would treasure it,

your blue crow eyes would go big

at its shiny silliness, I knew

you would understand.

💕💕💕💕💕

Sara Eddy’s second full-length poetry collection, How to Wash a Rabbit, is forthcoming from Cornerstone Press. She is also author of Ordinary Fissures (2024), and two chapbooks: Full Mouth (2020), and Tell the Bees (2019). Her poems have appeared in many online and print journals, including Threepenny Review, Raleigh Review, Sky Island, and Baltimore Review, among others. She lives in Amherst, Massachusetts, in a house built by Emily Dickinson’s cousin.

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