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We heard the swifts feeding in air,
wind whistling, as it does:
We’re through, we’re through, we’re through . . .
Summer ended, the first
dark had fallen.
What we are waiting for never arrives.
Whatever went wrong, that week, was more
than weather.
Source text from The Poetry Foundation:
A Visit By Tom Sleigh
Advent By Mary Jo Salter
Blue-Crested Cry By Jennifer Reeser
Forest Children By Colette Inez
Emplumada By Lorna Dee Cervantes
Adam and Eve By Marjorie Pickthall
A Hairline Fracture By Amy Clampitt
We heard the swifts feeding in air,
wind whistling, as it does:
We’re through, we’re through, we’re through . . .
Summer ended, the first
dark had fallen.
What we are waiting for never arrives.
Whatever went wrong, that week, was more
than weather.
Source text from The Poetry Foundation:
A Visit By Tom Sleigh
Advent By Mary Jo Salter
Blue-Crested Cry By Jennifer Reeser
Forest Children By Colette Inez
Emplumada By Lorna Dee Cervantes
Adam and Eve By Marjorie Pickthall
A Hairline Fracture By Amy Clampitt
