© 2010 Don Yorty. All rights reserved.
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Swallows gather on the electric wire
One after the other in a row. I
Approach as some fly up and swarm the sky
Hundreds of them sweeping out. I’m inspired
Watching them burst and swoop and blend and flow
Into the blue as far as I can see
Like premonitions of eternity.
Over the pond, the house, the world they go
Well no not go, but going. Or is it
Only the agitation of my soul?
I was up early this morning thoughtful
Of New York working before dawn. Visit
Unfinished, my mind goes with the swallows.
Here I have to stay but it can follow.
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