31: variations on form

In that same quiet of the sky
the mood changed with crows passing
blacking toward evening.

At that same place in the sky
I watch the sun, I watch
the children reach for the trees.

Clouds from ash, clouds
from cracking stone, clouds
from skin and the eye.  Crows and Rain coming.

That same place in the sky,
now brown, now gray, cloud-shaped, now the sun,
soon I know rain will come.

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