A Murmuration of Starlings

A scarf of birds
dropped from an opened hand,
lifted by fearful joy,
carried into the cupped sky,
slung over a whim of wind.
A burst of birds
a great collective canon.
A sash of innumerable
hearts synchronously
their soft bodies
in the nearness
of a calculation
erupt and plunge
in elation
as they shear
the unlit stars.

By Joyce Joslin Lorenson

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