Sunday, April 17, 2011

Never Less

Living with ravens
in the neighborhood,
living with their noise,
chortlings, squawks, and shouts,
I tend to forget

how quietly they fly.
At least, that is, until
a perfect black shadow,
unvoiced and elegant,
cut from the curve of night,
cleaves the blue above me.

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