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ten poems
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with jagged claw and beak
long before the bespoke cruelty of man.
So comes the crow, long before
the dreaded wedding bells
and the clip-clop of wedding shoes
on sun baked paving stones,
incongruent in the long upswing
as our own unflattering repose –
where love’s lost once more,
long lost in petals of the white rose.