Shelling Pecans

Last night a storm hurled
debris thick into the streets -
and as I picked my
way to work I heard the crunch
and snap of branches and twigs

under my tires. When
I passed a wind whipped pecan
a blur of black birds
filled my rear-view mirror. I
caught myself smiling at the

grackles’ greedy rush.
“You’re welcome,” I said. “No one
likes shelling pecans.”

- Tom Spencer



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