Before the wind kissed my feet
I tied ten blessings in a sheet
Cursed by a Crow, carried afar
I knew not where I left my care
Worries tangle like string, I spoke with Kings
Did tricks with rings and blessed their things
Finger and thumbs smudged the numbers
Which moon I stood under
- “Who knows?
- “Who cares?”
Echoes the gaudy dawn.
Chris Hudson
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