Hi, Mary Ann,  


How is our forest today?
The wind through the leaves
A moment of silence
A shuffle somewhere
A scuffle nearby
No! We relax . . .
Perhaps a bird, splashing the wings in a pothole
Sometimes stopping all movements
Or caught up in a tic,  head up, then
Head leaning to the right, to the left
Ridiculous in only one eye stare
As a bird can be
Relaxed again, we have . . .
Only another second, less or more . . .
And in the air
Against the bright side of some clouds
Thousands of starlings fluxing, correcting the alphabet
Time over time, again and again, without possible count
Going back and forward, opening and closing the dictionary
In constant brushed circles
Unsuccessful each time
Unsatisfied with the calligraphy . . .

  Thank God! Wonderful! For our delight!

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