
At the end
of winter ’21-22
it was time
to stand on the ground
new as the crows called
into the sky — a keeper,
of memories
of spangles through
to that which pulls
us and everything
together.
At the end
of winter ’21-22
it was time
to stand on the ground
new as the crows called
into the sky — a keeper,
of memories
of spangles through
to that which pulls
us and everything
together.
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