I saw the crow
through a drop
of rain, my face
pressed toward it
against the glass.
Its perfect
shape
rocked up and
down
in its need.
In my soul,
I pushed it off
onto one
wing and then
the other. It flew
determined
into the dark
and perched
on the topmost
branch.
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