The rock on the hill
commands highest viewpoint
for crows contemplating flight.
It is known by white bird poop
cascading still-life waterfall stains
down volcanic stone.
A fossilized presence
never diluted, never erased
by wind-driven rainstorms
capable of downing town signs
sunken in cement or snow
freeze/thawing cracks wider and wider.
Crows continue to scan
and whitewash away previous sitters
like painted-over graffiti on a black wall.