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Silvered - Dec. 4, 2023

  • Gary Hunter
  • Dec 4, 2023
  • 1 min read

three black ravens

in a perfect triangle

glide above me

through the trees


rare for them this formation

this serenade to silence

this stretch of wings

this coordination of purpose

this perfection in imperfection


three seconds in a timeless moment

three birds no longer black

silvered in my startled reality


or was it a glance

from the morning sun?

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