Nugget, craving.
Video, respite
from endless
soggy certainty.

Alone in the shop one day,
I placed a sign
in the front window,
to announce the presence and price,
a pretty trinket
plundered from the store room.

Just then,

A Raven burst through the doorway.
Me surprised,
he with no reservation,
squawking like he owned the place.

Sooty, misplaced landlord
flapped rasping disinterest
at our whole outpost.

Spying escape beyond the front window,
he flew full speed toward illusion,
struck a type of accord with the glass,
died instantly beneath the sign:

Just Arrived!
$18.98