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Crows (1990)

    One, two, three,
    three crows in a row,
    flying westward, through grey clouds;
    over the rooftops and towards the harbor.

    Ten, eleven, twelve,
    twelve crows in a row,
    flying in a murder, following their leader,
    above the trees, towards the sea.

    Twenty, thirty, forty,
    forty crows in a row,
    calling to each other, flying together,
    working out the reason for the setting sun.

    One, two, three hundred,
    three hundred crows in a row,
    happy to be free, feeling for each other,
    flying through clouds, towards the open sea.

Glen Wheeler
August, 1990