Vicissitudes

Low winter light,
Vicissitudes of crows;
A skein of squawking geese
In a V, in a row,
The beauty balanced
Between what might happen,
And yet usually,
In my diary scribed
Or sometimes scratched
On angel’s breath,
Inevitability shows
Through dull experience,
Does not fully hatch.

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