Day: Mar 14, 2011

Ragged Crow [poem]

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tree branch fingers
reach out to
the naked sky
with bent witchy
endofwinter
withered woodness;
they poke the wings
of the ragged crow
as slowly he floats
b y
the lake which
feeds the ground
which
frees the trees
which
find the dawn
which
bathes the fingers
in something
for which
there is no
other word
than

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