Five trips to Goodwill, working on a 6th load, I came across I treasure I forgot I had, this wonderful poem by my friend Jan
Crows And Friends
Crows continue to flock
Sometimes in twos and three
Ancient histories later
Crows continue
After adversity
Timeless
Here and not here
Sitting
Reflecting gold back to the sun
Thoughtful
Engaged
Silent
A dark mark
Punctuating the sky
With energy
Nobly enduring myths
Not their own
Magic
Comfortable in their world
A part of the air
That inhabits the air
I breathe
Surviving
Neomia Jan Carrillo-Jones
March 7, 2006
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