Starlings

I was on a road flanked by harvested corn fields.

The approach of my car caused a flock of starlings to take flight.

I could have parted them with my car but I slowed to match their pace.

For a few moments I was the last member of the flock.

We moved at the same speed, in the same direction.

For a few moments I matched their pace but not their freedom of dimensions.

I enjoyed being the last starling until they settled back into the field

leaving me once again limited and linear.

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