ABRUPTLY A WING . . . Poem by Stephen Romer

ABRUPTLY A WING . . .



Abruptly a wing may open
and come beating
out of the cloudbank

and then a whole
freewheeling company
as if the cloud had stored them

in a long embalming
of ashlight and cumulus:
strangely disinterred

they swoop upriver
in a sequence
of achieved articulations.

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