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| The Meeting |
Sidewalks yawn, and
houses rub sleep from their eyes,
as the crows arrive,
circle the rooftops
while a quorum gathers,
convene in the cottonwood with raucous talk,
then resume the sky,
round and
round,
as I admire from the backyard.
Their mysterious business here concluded,
the flock adjourns, continuing
its arcane agenda
in other airs
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