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Dream Meal Shared With Crows

Wakened from a dream

a bowl of rice


Chinese cook stirring

vegetables into words


The ceiling fan whirrs

churning stirring  into grease


A beating drone

phrases adhering to bowl


Of mind heavier now

outside morning opens treetops


Crows flap down dip and prod

beaks hunting over lawn


From my opened eyes

I throw a handful of dream specks


More crows descend hop and squabble

peck until no grains remain


As one they rise, fly off, black cloud

to lofty roosts, dream dissipates in dawn

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