so,who was at the door
she says she don´t know
but there was a note:
it says core-the crow..

(only a spoor..)
wild, the wind blows
on high dotes
just a stone throw

watches you for
love and so-
eternal motes..
(kaw!the crow..)

ii

one of her admirers
fame is at a loss
many facets

some brightly and
some darker..
she will put it with

the others..
she has given up hanging
underwear..