Libby Hart-V
And then, and then
The sky wears a laurel of starlings.
Wing-wide, the space between each bird
assumes seven skins of blood, spit and feather.
Bouquet of scoundrels, tossed tufts of phantoms,
rushing to whorl and waft.
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