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black crow your dark body is like ash feathers soft as soot or pulp your bony feet seem to belong nowhere black-bird you search the world for ungarded treasure; collector of tarnished silver rings from long dead hands eye sockets from idols & old pepsi bottles you perch on my head i know you're there picking my brain for secrets wringing through my dreams your beak splits my tongue causing me to speak in metaphors

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Minot Winter Februaury 2009

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W.H. Auden