June 6

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a great displacement
by such a small bird

mostly beak
and jewel-hued neck—

all other motion

below his arcs
craning to look

we are too late
he rifles each page

of the evening sky
etches out some new

invisible rune
cleaves air

from air
we duck again

as chunks of it
come crashing down

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