STARK RAVING

Five-hundred ravens on the schoolhouse lawn,
five-hundred blackbirds, and all so forelorn,
five-hundred phantoms flying off, enraged,
five-hundred nightmares escaping, uncaged.


What greeted me one Sunday
morning in the L-S parking lot.
November 9, 2003


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