may I call you starling?
there is a constellation
you hundred seem to honor
with your swoops
& rises
in unison
going nowhere
on an autumn afternoon
above the water
refracting light
& bending like a laser
back into yourselves
no more than an idle thought
one note into the next
but a hundred times
done for the fun of it

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