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  • Gary Hunter

Silvered - Dec. 4, 2023

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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