Untitled #5 Crowds of starlings stand with idling wings ignoring the bluejay mischief above. They occasionally swirl up, knee high like cold cream falling in clear tea. There is no sugar in the tea or real threat to the starlings and so a new arrangement is agreed upon:
Poem #183
Poem #183
Poem #183
Untitled #5 Crowds of starlings stand with idling wings ignoring the bluejay mischief above. They occasionally swirl up, knee high like cold cream falling in clear tea. There is no sugar in the tea or real threat to the starlings and so a new arrangement is agreed upon: