a murmuration of starlings
shivers over an empty parking lot
blue sky emerges from the gloom
and then disappears again
indifferent to my approach, a stray cat
yawns and blinks its copper eyes
grackles gather on the powerlines
in the middle of the day
weeks early, autumn winds
chase leaves down the sidewalks
anxious about the fate of the nation
I search for signs and portents
a wave crests and then is gone
I comfort myself by remembering
that it has always been so
Tom Spencer © 2018
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 7:05 AM UTC
a murmuration of starlings
shivers over an empty parking lot
blue sky emerges from the gloom
and then disappears again
indifferent to my approach, a stray cat
yawns and blinks its copper eyes
grackles gather on the powerlines
in the middle of the day
weeks early, autumn winds
chase leaves down the sidewalks
anxious about the fate of the nation
I search for signs and portents
a wave crests and then is gone
I comfort myself by remembering
that it has always been so
Tom Spencer © 2018
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