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crows stare back

city birds sitting on a powerline keeping on singing to the end of time watching from above as you and i go by on cold streets below—

when times come to an end

through the blue of car windows comes the blur of silver trees glimmer leaves a bending yellow-flowered bush sighing as it goes 

endless ending on the highway but in this clear instance there is the arrow swallow there are the sinking lily pads there are mountains with impossible snow there is no end