A Man with Crumbs

A tree top twig   Beneath the empty skyI look among   The world’s connected stringsFrom a lofty view   That’s twenty stories highIt’s here I see   The flutters filled with wings This morning’s hush   As Hudson’s sparkle comesAround it flows   With autumn’s remnant leavesThe pigeon sky   Above the …

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Crow within the Yellow Leaves

Successive years of falling leaves, as gold-Enameled flowers flitter out, aroundThe garden nook, with simple stories toldTo fragrant crowds at play on dampened ground. This time we sipped a cup of coffee coldAnd spoke of speckled, thinning hair once brown;A crow called out, as if a …

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