subtext

Everything I see reflects,

and refracts, what echoes

can only seek to say:

a partial phrase unparsed,

a face in studied pose.

So, I turn, and return

again, to words I’ve said,

or heard, with hope such

seed will grow and flower

more than my vain need;

yet, know the crows, who caw

from fence and field, watch

with darker eyes the shadow

twine and twirl about us all.