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you feel an acorn drop on your head
 and it doesn't hurt, but now 
you are always looking for squirrels 
where there are none

 yet, if you look, intently, at the trees,
 at the winding and intertwining of their branches,
 you will see the crows, 
subtle, nigh invisible 

in every tree in every forest 
hidden amidst the leaves
 you might lock eyes with them
 and they will look away, or they may fly, 
 but never explain a thing

 but the wind will blow 
and it will remember 
and it will follow you on your journey
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Nov 27, 2023
Nov 27, 2023 at 10:36 PM UTC
Eyes
you feel an acorn drop on your head
 and it doesn't hurt, but now 
you are always looking for squirrels 
where there are none

 yet, if you look, intently, at the trees,
 at the winding and intertwining of their branches,
 you will see the crows, 
subtle, nigh invisible 

in every tree in every forest 
hidden amidst the leaves
 you might lock eyes with them
 and they will look away, or they may fly, 
 but never explain a thing

 but the wind will blow 
and it will remember 
and it will follow you on your journey
dan-hess
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Nov 27, 2023
Nov 27, 2023 at 10:36 PM UTC
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