Simply put, the best sentence(s) I’ve read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.
A flock of starlings alights in a tree and chatters,
each a night of twinkling stars on its back, then
the hush and inexplicable lighting out en masse,
black whirlwind wheeling against blue, rippling
like breeze-ruffled trees, the path of prayers,
searching before coming down to light again.
Blood Ties & Brown Liquor by Sean Hill
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