A Flock Of Swifts

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A flock of swifts,
Dazzling, turning, beguiling
Pass barely inches from my being,
And take me by surprise.

 

I lose myself.
And dazzling, turning, beguiling, I fly.

 

The wind in the trees,
Pulsing, flowing, churning,
Captures me,
Shares its wonders,
And motionless I dance.

 

The due in the grass.
Reflects, refracts, divides,
And turns me back upon myself.

 

A reflection of a reflection,
I am.

 

Later, struck by thoughts of you,
I fall to the ground and weep.
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