Many crows caw in California
Along the coast as they gather
Toward dark in the tall pale
Eucalyptus trees I remember
But here in the desert this morning
One crow appeared and cawed
Half-heartedly I thought
On a sunny roof nearby
I felt he was missing the ocean
Which was a pure projection
I mean he had only three
Or four caws and was gone
I wondered if even further inland
To the cold heart of the country
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