My child makes a clock face<\/p>\n
With feathers for hands.<\/p>\n
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She\u2019s learning how to tell time.<\/p>\n
She\u2019ll learn soon enough.<\/p>\n
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A crow lands by the road.<\/p>\n
The sun shines on his back.<\/p>\n
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He has a rainbow in his black,<\/p>\n
An idea in his eye.<\/p>\n
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He picks up my soul and then he flies.<\/p>\n
He has a cache in the woods,<\/p>\n
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Hidden in a tree, filled with glinting,<\/p>\n
Glittery things: a watch left<\/p>\n
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On a car roof, slipped off, then up,<\/p>\n
While the owner soaped the whitewalls;<\/p>\n
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A little girl\u2019s hair-bow; a scrap of foil;<\/p>\n
A strand of your lover\u2019s young hair.<\/p>\n
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Also in this tree, the crow caught a question:<\/p>\n
How do you identify your brother\u2019s body? <\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em> Also in this tree is Dylan\u2019s old voice.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The Baptists assure me the unseen world<\/p>\n Is what matters. My heart beats like a wing.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
\nBy his thumb, bent like his father\u2019s before him.<\/p>\n