Indian Summer Birds by Bruce W Niedt Disorganized and swarming, they punctuate the air, a dot-to-dot ameba that flows from here to there.
October balm, confusing, makes them equivocate, as they sky-write the question: too early or too late?
But with Novembers northerns, theyll flock to heavens mouth, and dance, like iron filings for wild, magnetic South.
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10/01/2001 Posted on 10/01/2001 Copyright © 2024 Bruce W Niedt
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