Thursday, October 6, 2011

September Becomes A Ghost / new poems 2011

A Shudder Of Wings / A Stirring Of Stars

A plane passes beneath the belt of Orion,
Spirits sway upon the wake of its contrail,
Birds fly from limbs in a shudder of wings
Like a memory for the wind to carry along
Around a world half lit by a stirring of stars.

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