The Floating Big Sail-High Sea Birds (They Hunt but Are Not Hunted)

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BY BESMILR BRIGHAM
They fly very much
the “boregones”;
they fly so high
the wind does not go
so high as they
go high to take them.
The sun so high
also does not
stop because of them
but flakes off;
the sun rays break
and shatter on them
turning their wings
to glass feathers
catching light.
And the high
before-earth rain
sheds over their
floating sails
as it does on a
boatman’s sails
nearing home.
They fly very much
the “boregones";
so high the eye is
good that can see them,
and the sounds they make
are lost in the wind.
Their beauty also
is that of sunlight
and a strange sun
loses them to sight.
And when the sky
is tired of them
buoying their bodies afloat
she pours all her buckets
straight down — ! and the
monsoon drives them
with wilted leathers
to sit — as chickens do
too wet to shake out themselves —
on the ocean rocks.