Here Is Born From the Wing a Nocturnal Wind

night tuning to the flight of crows / every flap of the wings tracing another curve in an imaginary circle / there are wings everywhere thinking of this circumference / there are bodies in flight everywhere thinking / how glorious the air whose static bones drift / how lawful the night whose silent owls tune / how serene the ghost nested in a body nested in the woods

Elijah Guerra
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