Slight of Wing
a cloud
of starlings
flew and flowed
fluidly being something
from nothing to something
as dark
as ink
making
me think
if i were a
bird of prey
my eyes i
wouldn't
blink
couldn't
blink if
to catch
anything
as this
magic
cloud
moves
without
wind
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