As the Crow Flies
If I was a bird I would fly there
She said as we measured, mixed
Then molded the clay-like dough
She said that her grandmother
Lives geographically close but with streets
And such it takes awhile to drive there
She said that her grandmother
Has terminal cancer -
For the past thirty some years they'd
Baked sheets and sheets of angel cookies together -
This Christmas only a token dozen
What she was really saying was
That if she were God she would save her
But she's only human and the road
To that last home is far too short, as the crow flies
—Abbie Kurtz, Madison, WI
