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On the Importance of Community
Shiva's Arms

Nature tosses a flock
to the sky. Ochre beaks
point out in showgirl synch
the backscatter of survival,
the bend and break
of an injured wing.

If by some thin volition
it lifts, touching down
on a wire
miles away, it will float
from its fellows
in the face of a setting sun.

 But this is not about redemption,
it’s about identity
and how the glazed sky
hurled through with feathers
will sometimes part like water
for one bird.

It comes to perch
on a tangle of branches,
and suddenly there are many birds.