crow lights on branch
look up at crow
look down
breathing both
(your scent in my mask)
(recalling)
crow on branch looks around
looks on me 
i wonder
what does crow think
of masked people
the vast unraveling sense
the ill well-
being of the world
felt unseen 
fluent
measured regard oh
stillness, restless in this um
waiting
this wondering
this budding green space
this microcosmic park