Contributor: Ingrid Bruck
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solar wind mill sips
blood and feathers
from bone China cups
condos crowd the shore
sand hills under the gulf
no margin for birds
gray skies
drench a slate ocean
dead zone
birds fade from view
a flock counted on fingers
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Ingrid Bruck is a retired library director who writes poems and grows wildflowers. Her first chapbook, Finding Stella Maris, was published this year.
Birds Fade From View
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