The Crow and Epiphany

I was waiting for Epiphany
when a crow painted me
silver and black
like a wet Cadillac

The paint a moist paste
white and yellow and blue
with what hue did she
pass her message to me

The next time I saw Epiphany
she preferred not to know me
but I knew the crow in her
parting designed my destiny.

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