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Poem for Advent



Into the rushing dark

a hundred starlings rise,

a hundred breaths, two hundred,

oh! a thousand climb the air,

their single body swelling like a lung

inhaling sky and still

more sky, wings lifted into light

already fallen as they turn

and dive to girder nests beneath the highway.


I’m hushed in my fast car, just

passing the bridge when they’re

up again, wavering now in the dusk

like a casual hand, raised for a moment

then dropped–I am┬áreeling,

swept to the edge of the highway and left


with what but to follow,

wholly, smitten,

this summons so swiftly, so

distantly given.


Originally published in Southern Poetry Review. See a wonderful film clip of birdflight in action at geninne.com.


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