Fall
By
Ed Ochester
Crows, crows, crows, crows
then the slow flapaway over the hill
and the dead oak is naked
then the slow flapaway over the hill
and the dead oak is naked
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We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2015 by Ed Ochester, “Fall,” from Sugar Run Road, (Autumn House Press, 2015). Poem reprinted by permission of Ed Ochester and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.