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Monday, September 26, 2011
Rounding Heaven
The calamity of crows
are scrawling the evening sky
above rolled fields,
molting gold and straw,
summer’s light and rain.
Their dark notes
undulating through
the sparkling air
in measures
diminishing light,
threading wings’ silk
like brocades of night
opening and closing,
the slipping cerulean
deepening,
stitching all the
rounding heaven
with their black flight.
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