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For Grandma

March 22, 2019

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I thought of you this morning.

I heard a radio piece about starlings,
and though I knew the story:

a mention by Shakespeare
was reason enough to release cagefuls into Central Park,
and now they have displaced native birds

I loved hearing the story anyway.

You would have, too.

I would like to call you, to share the story.

But, like a murmuration of starlings winging
.       this                way
.               and
.                                                  that
precise and brilliant against the sky
until they turn and disappear into the horizon,

all that is left is the bright emptiness
in your wake.

 

 

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One Comment
  1. amyilene permalink

    I love this…the imagery is stunning and craftily worked into the words and the white spaces between them.

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