Murmuration It’s changing – againthis flock of starling griefwweeping into new skies of grey painholding weather in the forest of my ribs I miss you, of coursebut differently – in lessgrand pronouncements…I’m sorry if that hurts you Today, I’d give a limb to rest my headon your shoulderinhale your smile     pausein the wisdom… Continue reading Poem 277 – Murmuration