Release all the crows!
Let them spill out from your navel.
Let them fly out from under your armpits.
Let them jump out from between your legs.
Let them perch on trees, tattling on you,
shouting the secrets of your insides
with all their might. Thankfully,
no one understands crows.
Though they'll come back at night
through the open windows of your
careless dreams. But, every now and then,
when no one is looking you must
show your trust and release all the crows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A murder of crows fly.