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The Girl Who Spoke to Crows

She spoke

in a dialect

of shiny things—

buttons, bottlecaps,

bits of string—

and the crows

answered

like old uncles

with gossip and maps.

She knew

where lost rings

went,

how the dead trees

whispered,

why the sky

shivered twice

before

the snow.

The rest

of us

spoke of

weather and wages.

She spoke

in caw & hop

of wonder.

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