Three Crows

3 crows, having flown in from a crucifix, perched on a roof, throwing caws at the joggers. Split black wings flog air, tame zephyrs, hex weather with jet black glossy waxed feathers – and let’s get a bottle of vodka, one suggested and they flew off and never even thought to invite me. Split black feathers tread ozone, dodge lightning, leave little traces on sidewalks for finding – i only remember things after they happen

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~ by perfectionatrix on August 13, 2015.

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