Swallows take flight
wingtips pitched on the precipice of lift
only a fringe of feather, a warble of wing
to defy gravity
wings curved to lasso the wind
tail rudders daintily a-flutter
they become the seamstress of the sky
looping swooping curving and capering
tiny maestros of roll and yaw, pitch and lift
they effortlessly stitch heaven to earth with endless exquisite precision
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Jacqueline