I wrote a poem about starlings myself some years ago. In fact, it got published in Boulevard. So here it is:
Starlings
Something like a flock of sixteenth notes
Takes flight from telephonic staves
Into the tarnished silver sky
And carries me back to the factories
That seemed even bigger when I was six
Near the vacant lots by the railroad tracks
Thick with blackberries and thorns.
This is a lovely poem. I love how the "blackberries and thorns" at the end are sixteenth notes, like the starlings.
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