we are aerial               we are swifts                              asleep on the wing                                             or rising sooty-brown                              to black against the sky               wings like scythesand all summer long we fly               until the long days pass                              African heat and grass                                             call like drums and rattles                                                                                                and we fly Kim M. Russell, 8th March 2021 My response to dVerse Poets Pub […]