Saturday, December 10, 2016

Lizz Murphy - Poems 345: Back in the bush



they rise like ghosts
or soft grey angels against
the charcoal dark

wings spread
agitate cooling air
beaks pierce night

a summer glut
winged insects smear
my windscreen 

 
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