Crows

crows

Crows

In the distance
It just looked like
A flock of crows
Gathering as they might
in Autumn,
For their noisy yearly party,

The air, Halloween fresh
In cold kissed kindnesses
Of tiny wet molecular awakenings,

The twilight sky in flashing conscious
Clinging lights of outrageous yesterday,
In preparation for
Winter’s white
Secret frozen empty way,

Closely distant all was silent,
Mystical, mysterious and plum
While the moon glowed
With special beams to know
Tomorrow’s morning,

Everything was grand, all the stars awakening, expanding,
Locomotives roared and whistled in the distant echoed
Purple
Perfect night revealingly foreboding,

All the gifts of the world
Bore down on me in
In abundant great gray showers toward
The order of thanksgiving,

But I knew I’d lost your love,
I knew I lost your love, the crows, the crows,
I knew I lost your love.

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