For today’s prompt, write an intelligence poem. Of course, intelligence is subjective. What is common sense for one person makes no sense to another. But intelligence is more than IQ and test scores. There’s artificial intelligence, intelligent animals, and military intel. And I’ve found that many poets have a special intelligence of their own.
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Castro Way
When the crow flew fast into our window
and then caught his flash-black wing in the snare of the privet bush
the street organized
One felt a criss-cross of them
- a Jacob's ladder -
a treetop mesh of crows
a scaffolding of response, locking down the area
Before we could try to help the bird
wing damaged - the beauty unsavable, probably,
another crow flew in hard and bumped him to the grass
and the broken bird tried
to fly and could
for ten feet
before tipping sideways and flapping
desperately to right himself
and the grid above advanced ten feet
their calls - organized - intent
diagonally - sent and received and confirmed
the bird tried to fly again
for another bit
and the community moved forward
in a flank and into position
two down near on each side of the street
hopping ahead with his advance
- guards
we don't know if he made it
probably not
If he did or he didn't
he was looked after
those that cared did all they could
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