Showing posts with label starlings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label starlings. Show all posts

Wednesday, 22 June 2011

Lateness

beached
statements and unworn words.
the pleasure in watching
a dancer is in seeing
what is left behind –
what happens in the blur
of limbs in the microunit
of time after movement
has occurred. We once
watched an elm shiver
as starlings left it in the dusk.