robin_hill_summer
cr0wl
on
the
very
top
of
the
massive
dead
walnut
tree
in
the
goat
yard
was
a
trio
of
ravens
,
just
as
dawn
came
creeping
up
,
dragging
the
black
dress
of
night
behind
her
.
they
preened
their
feathers
amongst
the
bare
branches
and
seemed
to
converse
in
the
silence
of
what
was
left
of
anyone's
sleep
.
what
to
think
of
this
day
is
their
topic.
this
midsummer
to
late
saturday
a
golden
day
of
honey
and
lemon
water
of
riesling
of
relaxing
amongst
the
branches
of
a
green
tree
of
youth
innocence immersion
if
i
was
a
bird
,
i
would
be
up
there
with
them
talking
about
laughter
and
children
with
painted
faces
.
my
art
displayed
for
a
friendly
audience
.
i
am
their
clown
.
they
are
my
filled
bleachers.
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