What Inhabits the Sky
Birds, of course
And kites
The ambitious leaves of tall trees.
Ideas masquerading as loose feathers
The inevitable wishes of young girls
The prayers of a multitude
Stray bullets
Arrows on a mission
Chimney smoke
Jet stream flashing
Neon darkness
My eyes, my eyes
Your finger point north
Go home. Go home.
3 comments:
truly beautiful.
Best ever. Seriously.
Thanks, girls. I don't see it, but that might be why you do.
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