Love and Ravens

Photo by Jan Walter Luigi on Unsplash

In the woods, the ravens called hey
like a loud boy pulling a scratched face
through tangled brush.

No amount of sleeping bag
can block out the panic. It’s a loud shout
of hey in choir falsetto like someone

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Trapper Markelz (he/him) is a poet who writes from Boston, MA. His work has appeared in numerous journals and publications. Check out http://trappermarkelz.com

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Trapper Markelz

Trapper Markelz

Trapper Markelz (he/him) is a poet who writes from Boston, MA. His work has appeared in numerous journals and publications. Check out http://trappermarkelz.com

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