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Steps

I look out beside my car and there is a crane walking, as if to be a comma in this sentence of traffic. But then he decided otherwise and flew up, an apostrophe? or an apostle.

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Under the overpass

Everywhere I look there are red trucks and crows. Sitting in traffic, Waiting for the red light to turn green under the overpass a crow waits. We wait together for different things. Still. When the opportunity comes, we both will … Continue reading

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Duality?

Do not confuse the shadow on the wall, with the silhouette in the sky. 

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freedom in a box

Little bird in a Big Box Store Singing. Let’s duet!

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An escape to freedom

Today a bird came to my window. I watched her from inside, but I did not understand what she was saying through the glass. So she flew in, through the open door – and window by window showed me my … Continue reading

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I am cawed.

I was cawed. and I answered.

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life and shadows

I am a bird I am a bird on the tree of life. I am a shadow of a bird on the tree of life. I am a shadow of a bird on the tree of life. I am a … Continue reading

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swallowed

A giant pelican flew over me today I thought he might swallow me up. Perhaps he did.

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cluck.

  go ahead. cluck.

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Crow knows

Why are you yelling at me? What do you know, crow? I listen and am amazed. Who would believe a caw so raw? Dazzled I retreat into the rain, filled with sun. Knowing there is glory in everyone.  

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