counting crows on a wire

I started counting down on my hands

each finger as yet another reason

wagging the group alongside for emphasis

jowls articulating vocal comeuppance

the how’s and why’s and where’s and when’s

against the wind


on and off like a

light switch;


looking for that little glimmer

of hope on a string,

arms flailing in the dark

reaching for answers,

unasked questions…

Never assuming for a second

time is running fastest

in the

back of

your mind

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