One day

after my war ended, back in Oregon
a crow appeared one afternoon
flying from the south, ominous foreboding omen,
telling me about magic and animal spirits
Sonora in the Sierra Madres
sorcerers and witches,
midnight black
iridescent purple and green
in slanted sunlight
piercing stare looking inside me
reading my spirit
knowing more than I
summoning me to Imruis

maps were read plans made
Powell’s visited
collecting Carlos
life of mushrooms
cactus budding flowers
vision-dreams driving 5 south
36 hours turn left at Arizona
then right at Tucson
breakfast in Mexico

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