By | 15 May 2023

I dream I’m a crow,
flying over a field of corn.
But the sound of a rooster
wakens me like a horn.
The morning sun rises
through a fog like tar.
Elm trees regard me
with despair.
Today my vision is bleary.
I drink coffee,
and gaze at a nasty day.
What good to remember
our life together?
You’re gone. Wherever
you are,
you’re far away,
and you’ll stay there forever,

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