Morning

Hoaried daytime moon
Holds its post
Just a few hours beyond its watch
Crows line the extinguished lamppost
Seats below filling one at a time
At the stirring café
Stretching dappled green limbs
Trees inhale deeply
Into a gentle blue sunrise
The crows the moon and shadows
Stay to watch
Their fresh triumph animate

-T. Weeks
(A response to “O Captain! My Captain!”)