Whispers and Echoes

Like crows, we forage in the winter,

pick through cans and dumpsters

that freeze in December,

and weed through paper bags

in the sleety rain

Like lepers, we cover our faces,

hover around a trashcan of fire

to keep us warm

in the snowy vacant lot

of cold hands and icy hearts.

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Mark Tulin lives in California. He has authored Magical Yogis, Awkward Grace, The Asthmatic Kid and Other Stories. He has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and featured in Vita Brevis, Amethyst Review, Ariel Chart, Active Muse, among others. Follow Mark at Crow On The Wire and Twitter, Crow_writer.

Selected by the editor as a featured submission, August 2021