Edit 5: The Stork's Whereabouts

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Just based on how I interpreted it, nice work!

For the Sixth 
 
Though that stork is down and broken 
with its silken swaddle 
of stardust in the ocean's breath  I really like the imagery, thinking of a stork riding through a hurricane to deliver a baby
as a drowning twinkle I can't fit this line, like snuffing out a flame, twinkle a star drowning in space?
and a released farewell-handkerchief, 
won't there always be a bird 
to give us that joy already given? 
 
And if that cloth has seen the ocean spilling 
from the cliff,  
in stormy rips of currents
that our precious stardust rode, 
may you please at least go to the shore who is 'you' 
where that poor bird labors on the stone 
in his soggy crimson tufts, and bring him here 
for us to patch him up? This phrasing throws me off, i want to leave off 'up' but the  patch sounds weird
 
If not, I understand. 
Just stay in bed- 
the four of us will bring you
chocolate, hugs, and tissues. I picture a dad and three kids takingcare of a pregnant mother, thus the storm of labor, the unborn child would be the sixth.