in the eyes of a crow
the pressure of
a million little things
the sandbox becomes
a small pond
finding myself
stuck in the middle
in the eyes of a crow
a nutcracker
asleep on my feet
in a crowded train
fixed on the now empty space
beside Grandpa
a distant valley glows
at day break
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