by Wendell Berry
Over the river in loud flood
in the wind deep and broad
under the unending sky, pair
by pair, the swallows again,
with tender exactitude,
play out their line
in arcs laid on the air,
as soon as made, not there.
from This Day: Collected and New Sabbath Poems by Wendell Berry
Counterpoint Press, 2013
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