the cormorant is
how darkness folds
languid black letters
through blacker pages
quatrains threaded in
out of silence, slick
wings tucked, doubled
and long neck slung
those same sad curves
wrapping the heart
invisibly, perched on
balanced, searching
stillness for a shining
calligraphy beneath
surfaces, flashes of
meaning worth flight
and the dive below
glistening
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