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Paper flaps snapping into the wind
while you bark at the daylight moon
the crows they blow north
and they swoon in profusion
as their tree is taken down
From here to the most faraway up
watching satellites glide
lying in the road on a moonless night
we came to visit cows we couldn't find
laughing in their bovine disappearance
The faint remembering scent
the hum of a motor in the distance
a slow descending spiral
going lower mile by mile
year after year after year