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Shushed by a crow -
always trying new lyrics
that one.

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Once-a-life poem
slain in the telling -
a gem brighter still in death.

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Tentative thoughts
scratched into wet sands
nonetheless noted by crows.

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Meddling crows
when breezes thin
will sometimes sit down to tea.

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Whipped into spirals
late winter furies
fresh crows, stale leaves, pale faces.

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Make-believe reflections
pasted to her thin day
... peeling away.

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This day intends
I bear no more
than thin twilight to black.

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Fears in soft pieces
foundation's rumble, intentions stumble
... the lost pretense of old fences.

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Its own now lost,
the vast and dim sea
names new grains turn by turn.

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