Poems by Steven Federle
Saturday, July 20, 2013
Starlings
Clean and cold, bird-full
dawn’s veils drop to where starlings
rear their satin heads,
raise their diamond eyes,
praise the perfect sky and drink
clear tears of heaven.
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