The weather’s clues—so far as the crow— one grew old white and the other too. Buried in stone or put out— either time one waiting, growing old. Both buried in existence. A stone’s throw from a tree and true—the older they go— buried or put out. So the older one grew. In trees too.
The weather’s clues—so far as the crow— one grew old white and the other too. Buried in stone or put out— either time one waiting, growing old. Both buried in existence. A stone’s throw from a tree and true—the older they go— buried or put out. So the older one grew. In trees too.
