Dusk

crows skirt the back lot where no trucks line up— 
beyond the flush of toilets, 

woosh of hand dryers, flip of swinging 
doors & trash bins

up against the concrete slab 
crows skirt the back lot where no trucks line up 

my friend asks if I saw that man
what man? I ask

it’s summer & the sun 
is hot	bugs buzz the grass

crows skirt the back lot but no trucks 
it’s quiet 	         just a balmy wind

stalks the grass	    what man? I ask	
the one sitting on the car	

I hadn’t	        we took off
crows skirt the back lot where no trucks line up

Author of the article

Jeanne Morel is the author of three chapbooks, most recently “I See My Way to Some Partial Results" (Ravenna Press). Her poem "Loss & Other Forms of Death" was selected by Leila Chatti for the 2021 Fugue Poetry Prize. She holds an MFA from Pacific University and has been nominated for a Pushcart in both poetry and fiction.