It can be difficult

to stay


even as the sky fills with feathers

in colors swept 

with wings


wielding their unrepeatable ritual

too bright to retain


yet even by turning away

you gleam within the gloaming


spun into flight by this same light

a wingsong

pouring over your slope and meadow



as if to hold you within this moment 

in which nothing fits 

and yet



including you


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