Blackbirds at Dusk

And so they come again this evening

to settle together in their favorite tree,

fifty or maybe twice that number,

the same black wings and yellow beaks

that lined the telephone wires last night

outside the hardware store . . .

–excerpt from “Blackbirds at Dusk” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective, Chicago 2013). First published in Lost Hills Anthology.

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