A Starling

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There is

A starling young-edness

To 5:33AM

At almost June

When somewhere

Faintly

Still

The moon

At whisper white

A sparrow right above

My head

No three

At least three

Sing the sun

Into her burning rise

To fill my eyes

O, God

Again

— Christopher James

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Christopher James

Reading, writing and very little arithmetic. Currently husbanding, dog walking, and hunter-gathering from a ship builder’s village in Virginia.