From Nick Flynn’s “Swarm” (23.1, 2002):
[read the poem]When you see us swarm, rustle of
wingbeat, collapsed air, your mind
tries to make us one, a commonintelligence, a single spirit un-
tethered.
From Nick Flynn’s “Swarm” (23.1, 2002):
[read the poem]When you see us swarm, rustle of
wingbeat, collapsed air, your mind
tries to make us one, a commonintelligence, a single spirit un-
tethered.