endless december he said
staying in to avoid the hard
darkfall. nautical
weather has arrived
made sailors of us
all. tidal clouds
unscarved me on
slate tongue tunnels
straight through
the leafletted ash
of unplanned city
silences. i am
followed by rogue
sky, repeat
to increment what was
too fleeting to grasp
on this epiphany escalator,
take me to the next floor,
i'm done
shopping here and also
done knocking on
rocks for notes to discover those
enslaved with prehistoric
marimba, dreaming,
gathering antique shadows
worn like the night's
cool cloak. i am a crow
who has learned to collect
the pebbles of his thoughts
to fill the jar. i have passed
aesop's test.
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