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Stronger Than Usual
After the forest
And the Salish Sea
The crow disappearing
The thoughts that I see
Hold stronger than usual,
The crow’s last words
About Kundalini’s arias
In the opera of life
Meant to carry us
Beyond belief,
Yet who knows
Which way the
Wind blows
When you’re caught
In the midst of a twister,
Up and down
Right and left
Neither here nor there,
All the air sucked out
To emptiness.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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