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Morning Smoke

The smoke does curl
winding through the hoar—frost air
Let it fill lung
see visions of a night leave
and not again appear
The crow cries its morning call
seeking company in the nameless wind
 
Take heart friends
The Morning Smoke is here
Cancer to be sure
is not far behind.
 
The crow will cry that day as well
still looking for company, in the nameless wind.

(2013)

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