Migrations

Swallows emerge from
the loam of a once fertile field
shaking off the memory of a long night –

One by one they take to flight along
a drawn line in a grey paper sky
their undulating flight; a score

written along telephone lines
buzzing with migrations
and the news of so many arrivals.

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