Description
The Crows Make a Deal
You’re no different from us
always looking for the shine,
the opals cached in oil slicks,
the color-chart arcing the sky.
We have a deal.
Give us your heart—
OOO that huge carmine shimmer
We know what you want.
Just before your glimmer dims,
in the rainbow
threading the sprinklers gush,
your little girl self will dance forever.
