Brently Johnson

On Hearing Bad News  

She called today and

Said they were on the way
        To the hospital

Said          for me to keep the lord by my bed
Said Nothing
        I could do
        Now, She said,
this is our exit

and through my kitchen window
in a field you might walk through in summer
at least a hundred starlings
             Tumbled from a pine
                       In black unison

And I thought, yes that’s it,
That’s all there is to say.


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