It was turkey with all the trimmings, good food, good conversation, great blessings. I am so blessed. Tomorrow I will write more and have an announcement to make, so stay tuned.
Takk for alt,
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Murmuration
by Barbara Crooker
Cold morning. November, taking a walk,
when up ahead, suddenly, the trees unleave,
and thousands of starlings lift off, an immense
river of noise; they braid and unbraid themselves
over my head, the gray silk sky embroidered
with black kisses, the whoosh of their wings,
their chattering clatter, patterns broken/formed/
reformed, a scarf of ragged ribbons. Dumb-
struck, mouth open, I say holy and I say moley,
And then, they’re gone.
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