It's Still Life

A Crow with a Pocketful of Stanzas (a tricube diptych)

I. The Arithmetic of Yellow

Sun’s shorthand—
Grandma’s cake
and bee’s sigh.

Dandelion
time bombs
tick, bloom, flee.

Door left ajar—
light pools
in threes—free.

II. Crow’s Afternoon Tea

Black beaks dip
in stanzas—
sweet, sharp, thief.

“Honey-dust?”
No—sun’s rust
and grief’s leaf.

They caw, flee,
wingtips smudged
with your laugh.

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Here are the rules of tricubes: Each line contains three syllables. Each stanza contains three lines. Each poem contains three stanzas.

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