school rd.

a crow
sits on a stopsign,
and
there is never
a cloud
in the sky,
just people.

there she is,
existence, and
not a care
in the world.

goddamn.
sometimes all there is,
is give
love.

and how beautiful
it must be
not to care,
when you give it
all away.

and if you care,
some crow will eat
you.
it's like this,
and it never makes
sense.