Waiting for the absorbing sky
the melting of the sun
and the quiet
bed-clothing
of night,
starlings, in chorale
poise for a farewell concert
on the aerial stave.
At the striking of the sun
in synchronised
synthesis
chocks awayed
they will begin their dance
their massed flight
the black arrows
of goodnight.
In the cloak of their wings
night will come.
the melting of the sun
and the quiet
bedclothing
of night,
starlings, in chorale
poise for a farewell concert
on the aerial stave.
At the striking of the sun
in synchronised
synthesis
chocks awayed
they will begin their dance
their massed flight
the black arrows
of goodnight.
In the cloak of their wings
night will come.
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