no crows

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wayward winds scratch
my hand-stitched smile
sun and moon soothe
my scarecrow face
gold husks
rattle and whisper
the same song
each passing year
reminding me
it wasn’t always so
this fragile peace
this unbroken solitude
my loneliness is felt most

in the absence of crows

 

Words and Image: B. Reeves

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