I learned the nightjar whip-poor-will

~ qbit

I learned the nightjar
Whip-poor-will
Can sense a soul departing,
Its wing chord
Precedes the darkness –
A nighthawk shadow
Hunting down the light
Like prey.

Does it carry us then
Through the sidereal night
To the end of stars?
Where black as diamonds
Carbon sings its last,
And wings fold tight in a
Last dive past gravity –
Our final compact
With certainty.

 

 

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25 thoughts on “I learned the nightjar whip-poor-will”

  2. All writing is re-writing. Someone smarter than me… or, at least someone published, said that — or something like it — once. I like this very much! But if you’re dissatisfied with it… edit and re-write. Don’t be afraid to murder your babies.

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