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Movement

By Anthony Wade

Starlings like iron filings flung

across the darkening sky,

slipping and slithering to the pull

of a celestial magnet,

or a black cloth wiping the sky clean

of the loss of this moving time.

Anthony Wade is Irish, legally trained in England but worked principally in The Netherlands.  He published a first poem in 2018, and a good number in several publications since.

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