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stereo crow

 

I hear the noise

of distant crows

like old black

45 rpm records.

They squawk  a

song of cats below.

They hang in trees

and swoop low

in diving syncopation.

They glide to nests in tops of trees

when darkness falls,

(time for the B-side or

a new needle,)

as they roost in

silent recall

of the day’s hit parade.

 

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  1. the sound of crows like old 45's ~ what a great simile!

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