A shot across the loom ,
then up, and
walk with me awhile
among the bursting buds
where crows vigil
their broods silently.
Soon their handsome young
will leave the roost
to cavil seagulls
over scraps. Remember
when they crossed
the ocean, built cathedrals,
ordered damask for their tables?
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