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in the flightpath
sky after sky
some flimsy tin to
top
by the great arc
by the lesser
all that camouflage
the quick
there’s no deciding
to survive
how they land is
something
some of them smaller
than flight
take sunshine
turn it into song
they bright the desk
eyes up
and just as real
stopped stock still
it is such a story
they tell
a feather fall like
leaf
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