I heard the crow
\noutside the window.
\nIt called for its mate.
\nIt called
\nwith its hoarse voice
\nlike a river falling
\nover a precipice,
\nenough of the river,
\ndreams scattered in the wash.<\/p>\n
At last the crow stopped.
\nFlew away somewhere.
\nPerhaps nowhere.
\nDid what people do
\nwhen they are lost,
\nfollowing their feet,
\ngoing nowhere to somewhere.
\nUntil
\nheard out of nothing,
\na song calling,
\nwhere the crow flies,
\nwith dreams
\nto fill the heart.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I heard the crow outside the window. It called for its mate. It called with its hoarse voice like a river falling over a precipice,…<\/p>\n