The starlings have gathered

The starlings have gathered

In their brownie black

Flying in triumph

There and back

They screen the sun

Like grains of sand

Thrown into the air from an open hand

And maybe

Or maybe not

This is my lot

To sit and dream upon my back

Watching the starlings in brownie black

Categorized as Poems

By timmyconway


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