Thousands of European starlings in murmuration
Swirling, dancing, filling the sky with wonder
Dancing to unheard music resonating from
The star-factories from which their basic elements emerged
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Three break off from the flock and fly into the old farmhouse
Where the matron, long since gone, left grain on the kitchen floor
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They peck in time to the celestial music, separate, grow, metamorpihize
One becomes an old country physician,
Another, Lady Wisdom with long gray hair draping down her back
The third a massive longshoreman with black olive skin
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The three join hands in a perichoresis
Singing in perfect three-part harmony
As the murmuration continues outside
Cosmic, ethereal, haunting, swaying
Dance of ordinary exquisite joy
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As the shadows lengthen
Starling flocks settle in newly harvested fields to glean
Stevedore and rural doc shape-shift into infants and
Suckle at Hokhmah’s breasts
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