.…out of another dream
Pahn hikes
across a field of stones
and weeds
seeing a young woman
blond
and bending
facing away
he has a sense of recognition
She rises and turns
toward him
like a discus thrower
holding a raven
in her palm
Calling Pahn’s name
Saying
“Do you want a raven?
He’s not shiny and new
and he doesn’t talk
like a magpie”
She throws the raven
into the air
wings turning to patches
Pahn hikes
across a field of stones
and weeds
seeing a young woman
blond
and bending
facing away
he has a sense of recognition
She rises and turns
toward him
like a discus thrower
holding a raven
in her palm
Calling Pahn’s name
Saying
“Do you want a raven?
He’s not shiny and new
and he doesn’t talk
like a magpie”
She throws the raven
into the air
wings turning to patches
of black and white
.
.
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