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Wing Lift
Psalm 91:3-4

Death-wrenched,
life-drenched,
each pinched soul
fledged to soar
on raptorial sails.
A fowler-freed
fire-bred goldfinch,
carols unhitched,
stretching and reaching,
on wind-held wings.

Held in glide and lift,
windhover pinion,
piloted upwards,
against the pull,
against the pitch,
rich wind hovers
over the face of the waters
fixing and fastening
the night-bird
into the Dayspring.

From No One Doubts a Belly Laugh

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