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bare bones&drafting// watchers

the crows are gathering
over your house 

they lingered over our bed in utah 

in the trees that lined the narrow part of the virgin
they watched us cross texas without stopping
i felt one above my head at night in the bayou,
invisible against the dark

there's a light about spring rain
heavy in the fall, everything just hanging on
my heart
the leaves on the trees
colors burn as they fade and crackle

the door opens and closes

Here I came to the very edge
where nothing at all needs saying.
Everything is absorbed
through weather and the sea.
And the moon swam back,
it’s rays all silvered,
and time and again
the darkness would be broken
by the crash of a wave.
And every day
on the balcony of the sea,
wings open, fire is born,
and everything is blue again like morning.

- Pablo Neruda
On the Blue Shores of Silence

"Start now. Start where you are. Start with fear. Start with pain. Start with doubt. Start with hands shaking. Start with voice trembling but start. Start and don’t stop. Start where you are, with what you have. Just … start.”




Ijeoma Umebinyuo

“I want to be with you,
it is as simple,
and as complicated as that.”

—	Charles Bukowski

photo: julian bialowas