| A crow that’s being dreamed
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| By a child who’s being carried through the forest
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| Sleeping, wondering in her twilight half-awareness
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| Where her mother went
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| I know that you died
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| But in this child’s crow dream you survive
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| Beneath layers of magical symbolic wild animals
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| Inhabiting the edges of our fogged-over consciousnesses
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| Grasping for something to hold, something old
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| Like a name cut into a stone
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| Or a bird that will make eye contact
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| That’s where you live now
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| Or at least that’s where I hold you
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| And we’re still here without you
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| Sleeping and the sun’s coming up
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| In the ruins of our household, we wake up again
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| Coming back into this
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| Every day that comes, the echo of you living here gets quieter
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| Obscured by the loud wind of us now
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| Wailing and moaning for you
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| But also living, talking about school
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| Making food, just surviving and still containing love
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| Waking up again, the baby that you knew is now a kid
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| And when she looks at me with your eyes the shape of almonds
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| I am stirred inside and reemerge
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| I go downstairs and turn on CBC and make some coffee
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| And boil two eggs, make two pieces of bread into toast
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| Open the window and give the child some clothes
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| And get us sitting at the table
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| Where your chair still sits across from me, watching
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| I stand up to put on music
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| Our daughter sees and asks for mama’s record
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| And she’s staring at the speaker with this look of recognition
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| Putting it together that that’s you singing
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| I’m sobbing and eating eggs again
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| You’re a quiet echo on loud wind
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| But when I’m trying to, I see you everywhere
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| In plants and birds and in our daughter
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| In the sun going down, and coming up, and in whatever
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| And the myths that used to get told around the fire
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| Where a seal’s head pokes up through from underwater
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| Crossing a threshold between two worlds, yours and mine
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| We were skeletally intertwined once
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| But now I notice ravens instead
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| I don’t see you anywhere
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| If you still hang in the branches
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| Like burnt wood, I will go out beneath
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| With arms reached and run my fingers through the air
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| Where you breathed, touching your last breath
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| Reaching through to the world of the gone with my hand empty |