Nothing in the nothing before dawn
but the bent screak of a crow,
hedges long naked of birds.
Rough low fields with sugar sprinkled
over them swell past their sell-by date.
At noon the faint sun barely skims
Nothing in the nothing before dawn
but the bent screak of a crow,
hedges long naked of birds.
Rough low fields with sugar sprinkled
over them swell past their sell-by date.
At noon the faint sun barely skims
Rachel Cusk photo courtesy the author.
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