(Published in You Like Crows Too? Zine)
And I still miss my monster
Some mornings
She said she thought of me
At the edge of the sea
And I heard you whistling
In my dreams
I know when
It’s time for a change
The tide comes in / fades out
Just words over piano notes
Disappearing into marine layer
The Crow comes again
This time with an offering : guidance
On a chill October morning
