Gringo’s Present

White words sit on butterfly wings;
dazzling and distraught.

History on playback;
pain on records repeat.

The Raven laughs as your wings crunch beneath his claws.
He snacks on your words and spits them out into the present.

A changed man you are.

Smack dab in the middle of today.

The Raven smiles,
turns his head,
and flies away.

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