JIM TRAINER'S POEM OF THE WEEK
HOW TO BE A POET
for Phoebe
Crow pecked at his shadow until his shadow came alive
and killed him
Now Crow lives in the Void
and his shadow flies through this world
keeping Mystic Law, which is
the simultaneity of cause and effect,
poetry and
the ability to be in two places at once.
So if you see Crow, chances are,
there’s another nearby and even
in the beyond
There’s medicine and magic everywhere,
this isn’t a just world but it’s the one we live in
and you’re here, in my heart
and out there, reading this
You’re a poet,
I see what you did there
