A blooming rhododendron
An old crow's smile
Me with wet hair
Walking down my road
Knowing a road may never be owned
Property, illusion
An old crow is its own master
I sigh knowing there is nothing to take dominion over
In this passion play
An old crow's age
My endearing steps
Unknowing destination
Black eyes that have always known
A lover in Spring
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