Thinking Crow

staring into space
dreaming
or waiting
for the dust to clear
he reminds me
so much
of myself

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4 thoughts on “Thinking Crow

  1. tears
    salt the tongues
    of the rivers that pull
    the clouds from undone
    every branch is another place
    to be lost without knowing
    how to find myself again
    or a place where wax or
    wings aren’t needed to fly or
    fall

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