Friday, May 28, 2021

Morning Migration by Andrew McSorley

A flock of birds relents
on the golden-drunk coast,
skipping their black-flecked
bodies over invisible currents.

Dazed and listless in a summer chair
I watch the wing-beat wheel
them higher across the berm
of horizon and into the battered
tongue of sunrise; this throng
of blur-lit birds, this feathered yawn
on the shadow-fleeced morning,
and me,
my stubborn heavy feet,
what little they carry.

Andrew McSorley is the author of What Spirits Return (Kelsay Books, 2019). A graduate of the MFA program in creative writing at Southern Illinois University, his poetry has previously appeared or is forthcoming in journals such as The Minnesota Review, UCity Review, HAD, Birmingham Arts Journal, and many others. He lives and works in Appleton, Wisconsin.

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