Crows

Crows circle my condo,

nest on the roof to taunt

the hawks.

The sweet vibrations of

a busy week well up

from the foundation.

My days are painted

with doors

over a base coat of darkness.

I take my sacred wishes

out to the trash.

Crows will collect them.

Hawks grab me on my way

back to home.

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