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Mama Mada
Gathering
by Rebecca Gethin
the fields are bolts of cloth
wrinkling with birds
until a stray thread is pulled
and half of the flock
folds itself over the other
to crease and quarter
new ground
while trees on the margin
are thick with their singing
till out of nowhere
the whump
of a thousand wings takes off
in one beat
not one stitch
touching another
a spindle of starlings
rise up in their thousands
a hank of black thread
drawn from the weave
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