feathers dipped in
sky lie by the side
of a sandy road,
clouds slathered
in red mud tread
across the twilight 
hour, in the glass 
window of a parked 
car, there is a stir of 
flight as a jungle crow 
swoops down over a 
dead mouse; a young 
girl smelling of scented
flowers passes by, soft
like the rains last night

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