House Martins

House Martins

trembling
crushed together
begin in the dark
the whisper of blue

ice skating in the wind
in the same moment
cutting and closing
the wound

their jet trails
white cotton threads
dissolvable stitches
fading back into sky

their graceful surgery
leaves no trace
scars like smoke

memory of home
tugged into air

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