When the crow
lands, the
tip of the sprung spruce

bough weighs
so low, the
system so friction-free,

the bobbing lasts
way past any
interest in the subject.

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Poet: A.R. Ammons
Poem: Crowride
Volume: The Really Short Poems of A.R. Ammons
Year: Published/Written in 1990
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Sep 21 2003
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