Disappearances
by Richard Widerkehr Birds were moving over the water-- a thin, dark cloud maybe a mile long, slowly flattening. And through the binoculars, we saw dunlins flung like leaves, so many flickering and vying. All at once, the cloud flipped over--white, black, white-- in the sunlight fading to nothing. They came slanting up, a sleeve pulled inside out, unraveling. "Special effects," you said, though the birds didn't seem to know they were doing anything special, flashing in and out of this life and some second life, over gray water. Finalists are Susan J. Erickson's poem, "For the Women Who Row Eight to a Boat" and "Steller's Jay Blues" by Janette Rosebrook. Project Sponsored by: Community Food Co-op & Threshold Documents
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12/1/2023 10:16:49 am
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