Crows on Corcoran Street
One block long, framed by Ginko trees
Crows croak at each other slowly
Like old men, complaining of age
They pass the time, in annoyance
On my bike, on the way to work
I turn onto this street
And find myself in the Mezzogiorno
For one brief moment each morning
I am transported
An old lady, in her hat and pearls
Sitting up straight
Slowly pedaling
Listening to the cranky old men
Complaining
I smile

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