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Starlings in American Elm

certitude/a thing so rare in 5 colors


i see

my first singleton 

starling in a parking lot: 


so sparkling/ 

so many speckled colors — 


       & shimmery — 


the most beautiful bird! 

that is until 

the flock lands — 


(a-startle-of-starlings — really?!) 


the multitude/ 

a-dullish-Black — 

diminished in an instant/ 


peck/pecking for any crumbs. 


they of course 

don’t care what i am/ 

what ithink:


. . .

what of my way-too-common eyes? 

what of my desire-to-abjure the ordinary?

certitude/a thing so rare in 5 colors

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