Murmuration near Gretna, by Jim Duncan.  Borrowed from

When Others observe our homeward commute
Pouring onto bus or train
And disgorged at the other end
Or, wrapped in our own steel boxes
Are funneled along our roads
Are we to Them as the murmurations of starlings
Twisting and wheeling in their skywide displays
Before the dark drives them
To their own nighttime roosts?

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One Response to Murmurations

  1. cogidubnus says:

    I’m not generally commenting on your poetry, because it’s probably going to be less excrable than my own, (I’m jealous), but this one I did like…very thoughtful…thank you…

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