CA-CAW

Black feathers dancing,
surfacing the sky,
dream, falling downward,
over you and I.

Here I lie in shambles,
making shapes of smoke,
wishing to begin
knowing what you know.

Night’s the hound who haunts us,
desolate and off,
thirsty, weak and dying,
she only wants to live.

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