Conversations witn Crane Haven
bursting open everywhere
along the roadside-
the fullness of daffodills
heralding spring's arrival.
Crane Haven
rising stars
from my house to yours
six constellations
fifi
despite the distance,
across the river of stars,
we join in spirit.
Crane Haven
lost pilgrim
can't recognize the stars
strange heaven
fifi
In an ink dark sky
all covered over with mist:
the sound of black crows.
Crane Haven
learning to paint
transform my ink drops
into crows
fifi
Crows' blackness
flying off your white page
steals away my voice...
Crane Haven
invisible crows
on your white page
black isn't a colour
fifi
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