The shadows under their wings
rhythmic with the breath
in the tight knitted chests
of the house finches
A row of raspberry males and
their mottled mates along the deck
railing are a feathered span of
bright eyed inflection
Such clear and endless striving
draws autumn to the treetops
where yellow poplar leaves
costume as gold finches
Geese are flying south
their wing shadows
ripple across the yard
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