Unimpressed with me or
my camera, the raven,
clove black with a touch of tar,
draws easily from the pine
needle-covered stream. So easily,
the way honeysuckle curls over
the broken necks of cedar, or how,
in slumbering isolation,
a reddish shade of Colorado awakens
as a poet ready to desert his own mind.
George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, The Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The Atlantic, Havana Times, South China Morning Post, The Buffalo News, and more.
See all his poems on Tea House here.
