at the road end…

at the road end…

 .

a gate curtseys to the raven

crossing borders in the sky

.

a pass waits to ambush stars

caught in winter puddles

.

and the flapping of spent feedbags

signals to the fish farm boys

.

as deer watch from behind

a wall of clear confusion

.

that’s sprouted from the port

where ghost ships loaded cargoes

.

of dry thoughts and salted words

for the raven passing by

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