a shapeless black sack skiffs about
above the Sound

starling-dark thrummed smudges shift sudden
to pale grey dashes

that blink black and fade

flip flip wingtip
semaphores snapped to

and fro in the wind
heart-murmurs marking the sway

of the sea
breathing in

and out and out
in and out and in and in

and out again

until finally a frenetic funnel cloud forms
in failing

entropic bonds collapse
down into each particular perch

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