Taylor Graham Poet Triolet

Crossroads

A caravan through town, a shadow-flight
of crows that disappears in evening sky.
The sign says turn this way then take a right –
a caravan through town, a shadow-flight
from morning to a place to spend the night,
a meal, a sleep; then on to where, and why?
A caravan through town, a shadow-flight
of crows that disappears in evening sky.

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