Poems by Steven Federle
Monday, January 8, 2018
Starling Flight: Murmurations
Starlings whorl,
gyre curls
rise, turn, drop
to airy knot
rippling mist, round
folds, cloud
undulant
when, without warning,
they light and draw a tight
line of night
on thin wires.
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