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Homeward

1.

And he said, “There is a reason
you stopped

drawing trees.”

on the same
morning

that the hand on the clock
stopped

turning.

2.

You spent that morning
opening

fields –

releasing crows
in large billows

into the sky.

There was no one.
There was a scarecrow.

3.

I inverted your skin
on a blackened

canvas

as though you were more
than a tree,

as though you lived
in a field

other than that
of crows.

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