Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Black birds float

"...in the pale blue sky of dusk..."

Black birds float

Black birds float--
ashes from a doused fire,
in the pale blue sky
of dusk--
a crowd closely pressed--
black specks
above rooftops
and city lights
burning bright for Christmas.







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