Murmuration
Three hedge apples by the road
Two days before October
One hour before sunset
Then I pass the gas station
Where I stood a week ago
Watching starlings paint
The sky in loops and swirls,
The flock folding in on itself
Then flying apart, arcing and
Diving with one mind, mesmerized,
Mesmerizing, gods drawing
Down the night on whisperings
Of iridescent wings.
9/29/2023 - 9/30/2023