You remember when the moon rose
like the death mask of Oliver Cromwell, he said.
The stars were his cavalry, she said,
and the King's men fell before their trotting charge.
He said: Today I saw a parliament of crows
consulting in a pecan tree along the Natchez Trace,
and I heard what they had to say.
You always did, she said. You always did
look for trouble when it wasn't coming your way.
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