Supreme Being

the reservation crow
is taking sunday sun on the southerly tracks
whistling trains are forbidden here 
along these hay fields narrow
the bleached cottonwoods 
trunks broken 
branches broken
hung by vines
are ghostly enough holy enough 
stand oddly together in their humble prayers
the crow alone knows 

if their prayers have been heard
alone in the absorbing warmth
faith of his own
being

jppestana
6.30.18
Supreme Being