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| A male plum-throated cotinga. Photo by Ken Aoki for the New York Times, |
What ancient thoughts
the snow betrays
feathering our wings,
Surely long ago we flew
as we do now
motionless in snowfall,
Joined in flight by those who died
as we held their hand,
Into their transparent sphere we rise
as they rose into ours,
Somehow closer to them now
than when they lived,
Folded crystal wings.
