The water I found
was squawking with a raven
in unrivaled vowels.
The blue seems to thrash
and flash with the raven,
which was recently brooding
about the first time the air
was retitled with odor,
as if the garbage had emerged.
From pages 46-47 of The Raw and the Cooked: Adventures of a Roving Gourmand by Jim Harrison (Grove Press, 2001).