November starlings blacken hedges, strip scarlet berries, dip in sedges, weave through layers of stubble and thistle, a whirring cloud of clockwork birds. A sudden burst of warble and whistle lodges like stone in my arid throat and leaves me scrabbling for words. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads […]
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