shopping day
big flocks of chimney swifts clear
the houses
above mine as i wait to go to town. pull
and
tug their flight is elastic. wing spans
well out
of proportion, like little Vic's
tall tales, or like
ice cream and vicoden; affords such
small
birds their whole lives in flight.
they never set a spell. to rest they
grapple walls
and if preferred, focus one eye at a
time, which
i do in the car, until she motors
past a mess of
camels who occupy the pasture on the
drivers
side, like it was nothing. i laugh
at the corn
grows in the field opposite, to find
my
purchase. the silent beasts
answer in kind.
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