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Pigeons at the end of winter (Lyric) by mikejedw
Their molt is snowing from the brownstone ledge
when, suddenly, they burst against the air
and flutter into this week's milder wind.
The flock of fat gray birds are thunder clouds;
their wings, in chorus, like an echoed storm.
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