Marble made of seagulls’ wings, set in flight,
Their beaks foam and crest and rise for air,
In headwinds and feathered drag, upward lift,
Carve out fluted columns by tunneling vortex,
Beams of bluebirds made from cross-sky stitch,
Parthenon of flying tides and nested Acropolis,
Endless fossilized sigh of Saronic Gulf sea-winds.

Pain!
Overcomes!
Every!
True!

POET!!

His eyes are empty.
Have you ever seen a soulless stare?
It leaves you feeling cold inside.

As if he is feeding off your light,
Until you are left alone in the dark.

Let me be your little birdie,
Nestle in your arms,
Lay your eggs,
Look after your nestlings till they learn to fly away,
While you and I sit on the rooftop,
Watching our children make their families.
7/3/2020

This woman, she did all that she could..she never went far, she bloomed where she stood.  There was rain, but seldom was there any light. So she lived as a flower that bloomed in the night.

Keep everything
groove'n
(keep everything move'n)

Shot's taken
light's out