Queen of Crows V
(yes, they’re for you)
Souls crush
In troubled minuets
With happy flukes of memory
All told
In spiraled nuance
A trail of broken sentences
With form to cull
We live in the lull
Storm swept our life’s raft to parts unknown
An island breached
With verve we preached
Of secrets and quiet smiles
A chance to seek
A perch, a creek
Shelter’s a trick we learned
From none
Her Two Cents
All told
We live in the lull
with happy flukes of memory
Of secrets and quiet smiles
From none
