At the mid noon hour
above the cell tower
over two frolicking kite
swoops a plane on flight.
It has grazed the sky
spotless and dry
smelling ground cavorts
nigh is airport.
Amid wind's flutter
diurnal moon quarter
eyes droop to a rest
weighed with dreams' harvest.
The plane port bound
is circling on a round
waiting landing call
slowing to a crawl.
Love this time alone
up from dirt and grime
fiddling my cellphone
keying nonsense rhyme.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 8:14 AM UTC
At the mid noon hour
above the cell tower
over two frolicking kite
swoops a plane on flight.
It has grazed the sky
spotless and dry
smelling ground cavorts
nigh is airport.
Amid wind's flutter
diurnal moon quarter
eyes droop to a rest
weighed with dreams' harvest.
The plane port bound
is circling on a round
waiting landing call
slowing to a crawl.
Love this time alone
up from dirt and grime
fiddling my cellphone
keying nonsense rhyme.
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