Assembling Crows
'This evening
We may not
Find those
Rows of crows
Cawing over sleepy
Trees shitting
On visitors
In Municipal park,
Our town's
Only solace for
Hunting space
And coolly air,
Letting lovers
Oldies and children
Gaining breath.'
'They began shooting'
My remark
Changed her face
Creating vacuums.
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