Nightingale Reed Lowell
Each nightingale is rapturous. Dreaming of Halcyon, king, and queen to be fish for their crowns. Ascent on the wind. A chase erratic. Sing, writhe, and croon. The climb maxes. Day breaks and morning follows. A reflection in descent over placid waters. That spring has echoed for too long. A pursuit in cacophony never better than the first. And the fall will come again with gale and rain and ardor. But for once,
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