Lasswade, Midlothian: Dusk Poem by Cecilia Woloch

Lasswade, Midlothian: Dusk



Crow, I cried, I need to talk to you.
The whole sky lurched.
Black wings. Most bitter trees
I've ever seen. Wild daffodils.
Here is a world
that is just as the world was world
before we named it world.
Here is a sky that screams back at me
as I rush toward it, darkening.

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