Sketch by Later Autumn

between two sharp chest ribs

of an isolated birch skeleton

dusk-dyed and wind-carved

hung still on an invisible wall

comes to perch an aging crow

whose bold beak holds a cold

and old pale prophesy

with all withered leaves palette-knifed

blowing towards gates and doors

like the fliers from an alien chain store

The Web Projects of Sondra Ball and Mario Cavallini