Free verse № 144897
Jay
There are streamlined birds here,
Where the sky is thick with
cellophane smoke.
There's a single jay
that may be seen by
neither you nor me.
Metal lords scorch the clouds
in proud, majestic shrouds.
The downy victim
sorts his trading storms.
Silent jay,
Swarming jay,
Herald of the sun-robbed skies.
2 comments
Metal lords scorch the clouds . . majestic shrouds - good line.
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