I dream I’m a crow,

flying over a field of corn.

But the sound of a rooster

wakens me like a horn.

The morning sun rises

through a fog like tar.

Elm trees regard me

with despair.

Today my vision is bleary.

I drink coffee,

and gaze at a nasty day.

What good to remember

our life together?

You’re gone. Wherever

you are,

you’re far away,

and you’ll stay there forever,