hiding under my wing

the cloud was scary

and did not move fast enough

 

I wonder at the shape of feet

(though mostly I ignore them)

and other vessels of transport

or destruction

 

there was no rain

and night was wishful thinking

 

could I repopulate a town

if I had to start over

and is it even worth it

to notice stars in the dark

 

buds burst open on trees

as if in a race toward hope

 

the crow was jaded and sleepy

– I am that crow

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