The Crow

I walked a path
towards a certain
destination
had a sudden
fascination
with dissatisfaction

It's early but
it's getting late
the crow came and
he took my place
i'd savor but
i lost the taste
of pleasure on
my tongue

in a song
i hear sadness
of a word that
no one knows
but a word that
i speak
to the wives and
to the crows
so they'll fly
far away
i can fall back
into place
and begin another day
in the morning

by Tazia Daley

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