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Shortcut through the fields— a brush of wings against my moonlit face.
Shortcut through the fields— a brush of wings against my moonlit face.
A walker takes a shortcut across open fields at night, and something small and winged touches their face in the moonlight. That is the whole scene, and the poem is over almost before it begins. It is just three short lines, which suits the speed of the moment.
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