*Rick Bartow*
November
The
Crows
Are
Back,
Hovering
Densely
Black,
Scouring
The
Street
For
Crumbs
To
Eat,
Cawing
A
Cross
Objection
To
Cars
In
The
Intersection,
Then
Rising
To
The
Evergreen
To
Hang
Like
Dark
Ornaments
On
The
Wintry
Scene,
Their
Cries
Shrill
In
The
Morning
Chill.
The
Crows
Are
Back,
Hovering
Densely
Black,
Scouring
The
Street
For
Crumbs
To
Eat,
Cawing
A
Cross
Objection
To
Cars
In
The
Intersection,
Then
Rising
To
The
Evergreen
To
Hang
Like
Dark
Ornaments
On
The
Wintry
Scene,
Their
Cries
Shrill
In
The
Morning
Chill.
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