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 ReviewMoria Poetry JournalChronogram JournalAmpersand Literary ReviewThe Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA TodayThe Wall Street JournalThe AtlanticHavana TimesSouth China Morning PostThe Buffalo News, and more. 

See all his poems on Tea House here.

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