[A sickly crow] i.

After Tada Chimako

The sky is a sickly
smell, even a crow
cannot fly and will
land to nestle
and breed in
twigs and plastics. Over her,
a cloud, also sickly,
begins to nest.

Notes:

This poem is a golden shovel using words from a poem by Tada Chimako (1930–2003, Japan) translated by Hiroaki Sato and used with his permission.

Source: Poetry (October 2025)