I tried to think about my problem
but the wind from behind the cloud
turned the umbrella and brushed the
thought from my face and my worry
entered the crow on the roof who
started to caw. Then the crow
having coughed up my worry
began to fly. We can’t caw and fly
at the same time. I never noticed
this. It’s worth remembering. Look.
The tall grass bows to show its beauty.
How do I remember this?