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A solar wind behind the coin of the moon.
The corona now gray in its curtain over the sky.
When I step down from the height of the car to the gravel lot
My tinsel wings take the light and make it wink,
Catch the eye of a crow who opens the door of his giant car
For the other crows to see and says,
“Hey! Kid, kid. Are you a fairy?”
They all laugh, not too loud
In case anyone hears them.
Russell Brickey has a BA from the University of Oregon, and an MFA and PhD from Purdue University. His poetry can be seen in a number of places. He misses the beaches and mountains in Oregon and the green-dry summers of Idaho.