Birds are returning to the city, and not just
pigeons. Last week, on the steps that flame the Met,
we saw a couple: glossed purple epithets
to the morning we’d mustered
together. Obscure wing bars.
They house inside cement—martins,
wide-gaped, thin.
Then through changed air they forge
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