Scarcity

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Scarcity is a crow.
With echoing cries
and searching eyes

Black wings beat
sending gusts
of stale air
everywhere

In a tree
without its leaves,
In a barren desert
a single drop
of sacred water

Scarcity is a crow.
With a dying cry
and a stiff body.





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