Crowvember
Blowing frost on a star and gravestone
quickening our steps like Charlie Chaplin
turning maple leaf into rubies and gold
churning flocks into wind-splashed shoals
now we're hunched over like Quasimodo
the homeless sinking deeper into their hole
November struts about and barks like a crow.
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