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choral
throng of birds in song
beat their wings and
the wind sings
a hundred names only
aviators can know
hollow shafts hold the
softest Kerstin to
crack open gigatons
in spirals that swoop
in hoops around a dirty
globe washes itself in
the collection
of sky shaken to puddles
between roosts of choirsÂ
in flocks