Line 'Em Up "Crow is Walking"

"Crow is Walking"

Crow is walking to see things at ground level,
the ground as new under his feet
as the air is old under his wings.
He laves the dead rabbit waiting --
it's a given, it'll always be there --
and walks down the dirt road,
admires the pebbles, how they sparkle in the sun;
checks out his reflection in a puddle full of sky
which reminds him of where he's supposed to be,
but he's beginning to like the way the muscles move in his legs
and the way his wings feel so comfortable folded back and resting.
He thinks he might be beautiful,
the sun lighting his back with purple and green.
Faint voices from somewhere far ahead
roll like dust down the road towards him.
He hurries a little.
His tongue moves in his mouth;
legends of language move in his mind.
His beak opens.
He tries a word.

-- Grace Butcher

My line breaking brings meaning to the poem, because I separated where I thought that the certain sentences should go. I tried to keep the main topic in a sentence. I tried not to separate the different details from the rest of the sentence. I believe that it helped keep emphasis on the poem. It shows where the certain details begin and end.