By danny solomon

I tell you that you can always know a crow by their laborious flight

that you can know them in the air because they pump their wings harder than it seems they should

and that they never get as far as their work promises.

Now you have some options:

One, you don’t or can’t know what I’m talking about because you’ve never seen a crow or you don’t look at birds.

Two, you’ve been there, beneath the bird, and you know the body of the crow in flight, or you’ve read something like this in Sibley’s Guide, so you agree or disagree.

Three, what I said is helpful to you because my words describe a world you’ve never pinned down, and now you can distinguish the hard-working silhouettes of crows against the sun.

Four, you didn’t hear me.

Five, you are a crow.

Six, you are the air.

Danny Solomon is an ethnographer and natural historian of settler descent living in the occupied Ohlone lands of the SF Peninsula. His recent work can be found in The Gravity of the Thing, Shirley Magazine, Dream Pop, Teleport, and Middle Planet, or at danielallensolomon.com.