i can not go to the streams
but the winged ones come sing
morning on morning on morning
now a few days beyond mating
in hidden precious nests
hopes pulse within calcite stars
aligned and stacked
hard thin fragile ellipsis
wait cracking [an inside job]
tiny beaks hammer and hammer
for oxygen and light and night
stars realign in pinpoints
where angels might dance
bursting crackling thin lines
lightening thunders within
an incredulous moment
blooming shards hinge away
rapture tumbles out and rolls
a universe of hungry wet feathers
April 30, 2020
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