An archetypal day for spring
and it seems as well to fly
as several sterlings all take wing
to streak across the azure sky
their ghostly streamers snaking west
to hail the place the sun will rest.
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I think I missed something. Why did you write "sterlings" instead of "starlings"? I like the poem at face value, but I've come to realize there is almost always another meaning. Are they airplanes with contrails?
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