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Buzzards Roost Buzzards roost on broken boughs, bare and battered against the windtheir calling cards, in ruin, lie shattered beneath a coterie of friendsNo sad lament, nor solemn whisper to one another upon the limb, but joy, of being and becoming, all the while as sun descendsThe nightfall blooms, the daylight scatters, like fallen seeds onto the groundbeneath the wings now come to gather wherebuzzards roost on broken boughsG SMITH 7-20-17https://youtu.be/a5hIn569qMQ