The flower that grows while the crow that crows
are attached to both ends of a horizon
stretched over its features introduces
a day like no other that’s come before
when the stem brings to beauty a mirror
as symbol of the sustenance of love
it perfumes with so ancient a perfume
scented stamen adheres to its color
presently across the sidewalk I pass
each speaks to me one is inaudible
cracking through the cosmos into the dirt
the other by two’s chants its messages
wild as birds and cultured as roses
fly wings of the sky, opaque and spacious 
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