Rattle and thump at the front door but its only the wind
loud sound of clear air over the wings of the C-130 low overhead
Thick Towel against the window blow
3 below lullaby tea
(“ask a stranger why I’m waiting in the chamber of a gun” “ I’d like to be tha b ig black bird sitting in ypoonder tree….I wish Iw was that river rolling on cdown to the sea, I wish I was that cold hard stone” and other songs of ravens)
Cold knees predictions of doom
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