23/01/2023
RIP David Van Cortlandt Crosby
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Difficult birds
Refuse
To fly in patterns
To hear
The noise of the air
Clouds
Scream colors louder
Than
The flock who damns them
As they
Break into new patterns
Following the sharp edge
Of wind
Instead of feathers
Or friends
Like they’ve been here before
Ancient
Watching the tablet crack
The mountain burn
Becoming
The stone as it rolls
Away
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“For Crosby”
DRA
Safe travels, sir. Thank you for tolerating this place and shining that light so true.
