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Crows

At some point walking down the same trail that’s so familiar but still capable of surprise, I realize I can count life in decades now, neatly dividing events into personal eras. The path descends to a tree where I turn for a loop along the creek that tomorrow will find the river.

a certain slant of flight
in the bleak December sky—
crows heading home

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(allusive haiku)

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