Another
Crow in a birch tree
shakes rain from its wings,
scattered jewels. In the fog,
what is near glistens.
What is distant
is lost.
Another
Crow in a birch tree
shakes rain from its wings,
scattered jewels. In the fog,
what is near glistens.
What is distant
is lost.
Alison Leigh Lilly 
Thank you.
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