The American Swallow
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They were all ready to go, a slow blue sluice desperate and mean, like winds, deliberate on simple designs, like simple thinking.
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The swallow is in the open, a creature of the image, with wings made of unnumbered embryological instincts.
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It grocery sails with each flinch of tail and wing, stirs the solicitation when away, one thing seeks another.
- Marianne Moore