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grackles
figuring an eight
like infinity

flock together
calculating
a gregarious gang
into grey dusk

they descend
seeking
their roost
on street lamps
and leaf-less trees
as purple clouds
and imminent night

fade

to black

their wings spread
across the tableau
like slow drizzle
spreading
winter wet
onto macadam
and concrete


until no light
only avian rattle
rumbling metallic

taps