kaleidoscopic! not those here-and-now colours but in memory

cloudy sky is filled full of black twiggy branches a large crow shoots past

picket fence and trees standing tall like sentinels like sad sentinels

comes-on quietly so benign the sensation so bloody empty!

this revelation times at last you think you know shrug! alas you don’t

fleeting memory self-flagellation head-shake another one lost

again and again scene full of twiggy branches black crow descending