Gazing into a cloudy, darkened sky
Shafts of light peering through the gaps
Illuminating in the midst of shadowy grayness
And far above, on gilded wings
A feathered apparition glides in endless spirals.
The sudden crash of noise slams home the reality
of a parking lot.
Raucous calling of blackened rags
flapping over asphalt and over cars
There is work to be done.
2 comments:
-glomps vincent- HI VINCENT :D
(sigh)
For a while there I thought we'd have to continue on blogging without you.
Welcome back.
I missed reading your blog, if you don't mind me saying so.
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