The Starlings By Andrew Jamison

The Starlings

Everything, relatively speaking,

is simple: a tree atree, the sky the sky,

the clock on the wall the clock on the wall,

a tick a tick, a tock a tock, time time.

And then come the starlings, tearing about,

Beautiful obliterations of the commonplace,

Going through the motions

Of their unchoreographed airshow,

Tremendously alike,

tremendously alone.

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