Albino Crow

I watch him from the deck, breeze attempting to knock my head off.
The wind is fierce, but the albino crow just glides.
From my vantage point I see black splotches on his feathers.
This is not a kite. He wears his grime like a war hero.

The ground swells beneath him like a fish-eye lens.
Heart rapid, soaring, he blends in with the clouds,
Standing out like one in one thousand needles from down here,
Never to realize he does without trying.
He thinks not of his feathers,
Only of his will to take flight against any strong headwind
And to leave this place when hungry.

Chosen

Last night I looked down while we were silently
rapped around one another on the couch.
The realization, although fairly stupid, that you're a real human being
dawned on me; one capable of Love
And tying shoe laces and everything in between
and you chose me. You choose me.

I make a comment and tell you I love you,
Then your eyes squint and the pronounced punctuation
and cadence of your special brand of laughter follows;
your vocals chords tumble and your cheeks roll back.
Your head creeps forward, as if presenting your smile.
There's a place in there I always want to be.

Chad W. Lutz was born in 1986 in Akron, Ohio, and raised in the neighboring suburb of Stow. He currently writes web content for an online job resource website in North Canton. An avid athlete, Chad runs marathons and swims in his spare time.