Tuesday, November 4, 2025

The silent transit
of an obsidian-ink crow from power
line to dead
branch to limb
still shedding its fading
jack-o-lantern-colored costume
arcs east-to-west over
the property, an inverted sun,
void-bird marking the morning
with its passing. Cotton-puff
clouds appear gray, lazily
cruising across the jay-blue
sky reflected up from the black
mirror of the car hood
as an encouraging breeze
sets the leaves whispering,
eager to find the place where
their ends make a beginning.

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love notes
a ritual to start the week