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Blasting wind,
unavoidable—
sheer—
velocity’s verve—
meets
outstretched wings—
       triumphant arch—
            shadowy silhouette—
       careening boomerang—
driver’s snapping grip—
hands on wheel—
eyes on windshield—
a swerving, braking,
inescapable event—
unreported—
on dark pitted highway,
a long, run-on sentence,
punctuated by
exclamation mark—
unexplained mound—
a flutter of grey
and limp lifting wing
as cars rush by.

Until,
at last,
one remaining feather,
flapping to escape
asphalt’s hold,
twists—
in a gust of air,
and drifts— upward
to where it left off.

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