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Starling Responds


Whose name from whose beak?


Across oceans stuffed with turmoil,

blue as ranges receding, green as seas

of white pine that once began at these shores

and endured farther than anyone dared walk.


That is a darkling place.


The words that might rise

like fortunes within the magic trick

bowling balls of a childhood

stay put.


Instead these ones, in answer to

that tinder. Or are they called tinder

and the others steel?

Flint makes them make a force

that can make a ruin.


Someone will be watching.

From a place neither ocean nor forest,

from a window in a city lit with switches,

from an iceflat screen.


The words in the nowhere

of code. Little on-offs, little digits,

little flashes held in plastic.


The brain: a maze of gaps.

Between particles: the possible.


A bird opens its throat.