A glistening wet crow alighted roughly
Confidently
Upon a run of fence beside my garden
Strutting along its vantage
Cars
hiss by beyond the sidewalk
To its
left
The crow will step and stop turn its head
Decide not to fly away just yet
According to its unchosen agenda
As lived out by
Its own thousand choices
I’ve
stood at the center of the
Philippine
Sea and sat on this
Doorstep
by the same rules
The soft mist wets the crow and
Wets my boots as they
Protrude beyond the coverage of the
Short porch
We
share the dampness
Our
hearts full
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