Starling Flight Poem by Steven Federle

Starling Flight



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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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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