above us big birds are flying.
lightly they are taking
wings to pieces,
they are rising up.
and then they are flying
away somewhere quickly
disappearing
from view for us
we are admiring
their consistency
in the repetitiveness of movements
in the flutter of wings
departures
are only similar
the ones
without the return...
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