arrayed black musical notes on the rhythms of wind in bare trees.
Then they dart, bullets from a Beethoven symphony,
speeding without collision through the wind-waving branches.
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European Starling
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
Monday, December 27, 2010
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