crow jane gets a bike

come up wet from the river on a bicycle of willow branches she leans in with big black hair grins i go ride with her in silk i bathe the land in blooms carry wind bat wing wolf fur owl plume goldenrod spider web bark of maple dandelion seed gasoline streets remember to say hello to snake in the wood talk soft to crows babies puddles to elderly new life unfolding in the plants ride thru farms thru fields swim with trout see ourselves in flowers hang prayers from tree bows give bread to sun feel our heart beats soothe the root leaves river beds get clean like we ask faces get smiling everyone shines sheaths of blue light we return to alleyways turn to shore pass by roads turn to fog fumes turn to wind rush slow flood turns stream machine blasts turn bird song

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