Us, Aging

We are a dark smear
of migrating birds
instinctively banking, dipping
in each other’s nearness.
In sharp darts we
weave a reef a fish school
of just two.
Our tie is animal now
the sure bond of
a pair’s survival.

Beyond reproduction our
organs fiber stringy
unlined of rich paste
without jetting swimmers
still we biologically tumble
as if.

So we forage and age
our backs grow shiny
with loss of down
but we cup still
in happy curls in
drowsy awareness of
a rain squall overhead,
distantly passing.