the sound of cawing outside
the bedroom window
it is not my window
I am merely renting it
a cawing so persistent
it tells me of hunger
it tells me of impatience and longing
wake up!
so
I rise
I
who've known hunger
I
who've felt need
I
who know want
together
the crows and I
are more alike
than any human eye can see
scattering the almonds
over the balcony
saying to them
in my heart
please do
I am calling
come to me
be my friends
I will always be a friend to thee...
(how you make me whole, again...
with your polished black wings
in which I would take refuge and flight.)
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re-edited March 18 2018 9:58AM PST
for emphasis and clarity of metaphor
1:51PM PST March 15th, 2018 time/date stamped
our long-lost loved ones come to us
in the form of bird; I believe this to be true
