Patterns in the clouds
run interference
sliver of the moon
sonic trail of crows
flutter of their wings
the sun
barely audible
inside your ears
inside your senses
crawling up your spine
shivering florescence
sounds glow
edge of twilight
white clouds
graying
orange tints
shapeshifting
sudden language
clicks and squawks
declare intent
ocean breeze
respite from sun
ends the day
beckons them
becomes me
resetting
anxious cycle
sets it in
digestion
the sky clears
darkens
as crows settle
the sun is down
MM 6/2021
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