A Murmuration of Starlings

Amanda Crum

In violet hush and
a shiver of weeds
we call down the shadows

narrow roads and
decay, melon slice of moon,
words stuck in our throats

watch the cloud form,
swirl and burn,
a dancer’s skirt shaking the stars

nothing is static here
we are together and apart
known and unknown

an act of chemistry,
as the starlings,
a mystery