D. A poem for Damien Echols

If you don’t know who Damien is, look him up. I sent this poem to him years ago, when he was still on death row. As a thank you, he was kind enough to write me a poem in return. I still cherish that letter, along with all the rest of them that I received. We don’t speak anymore, really. Shame, I miss him. But I think I bring back memories of prison, so I don’t begrudge him for moving past it.

D

One shine crow

tilts and follows.

Oil wings folded

Tight, forward, down.

Hope holds you

In gold sequined feet.

Pull up, black eyes,

and fly.

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