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Godwits 

I looked up
and there was one
low upon the sky.
And then three
seven
twelve.
Then too many to count
or even see-
a torrent
flying
just beyond my reach.
Golden underbellies
and outstretched wings
turning the blemished sky
for a moment
into a feathered quilt.
Then there were fewer .... fewer
nine
five
one,

and one more.

I know they did not come for me,
and yet they did.

Julie Doerner

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