Like crows
we picked shiny things off the ground.
A crushed beer can.
A dime.
A rusty car emblem.
How did you spot them so easily,
Father,
with only one eye?
We collected broken things
that no one else wanted.
Said we’d fix them one day,
use them for something.
Two crows sit outside my window.
They caw at dawn
which lights my room
full of broken things.
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Beautiful and evocative. Thank you for sharing. You earned a follow on this one 🙂
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Thank you very much!
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My pleasure. I look forward to reading more of your work.
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