From The Train Going Home

As we roar over and by
on the train going home
the oaks are as still

as the pond they surround
Only the swans on the pond
are moving

Then from an oak
a buckshot of crow
cawing and leaving

By Donal Mahoney

Donal Mahoney, a native of Chicago, lives in St. Louis, MO. He has worked as an editor for The Chicago Sun-Times, Loyola University Press and Washington University in St. Louis. Read more of his poems in Eye on Life Magazine here.

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