afternoon poem, April 9, 2016

I step over the ridge and into the light of the setting sun
The blackbirds must have noticed me
They lift in one choir from the long grass on the hillside.

The wind gusts now and bends the cloud of birds back
And they turn south and disappear in the glare
And are lost in the tangle of branches below

Copyright 2016

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