I hear something shatter

Dreaming love, a day dies – incomplete.
Crows fly away into the black.

Their caws will return
to the familiar morning
of grumbling engines,
bodies swaying to the beat of metro,
memory of cozy beds,
a collective yawn big enough to
swallow Monday mornings.

Good morning love – a day begins. Destiny.
A crow flies away
Struck amnesiac by rays
bouncing off glass towers.

I hear something shatter.

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