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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