There the three mates below the simultaneous dirt
in foggy hour,
Sunday stir
Bird chirp beyond the leafless limbs
Burnt paper masks around the leaflet scene
Awash the winter weighted storm, a propeller-sound
rumbles the bumbled air
a hum-drum conundrum drumming engine from the cloud
a hum in the back pocket
at once I am looking up
unfamiliar craft
"who is it?"
knocks at the pod bay door
a small shape, splasmatic
falls beyond hillcrest into grey
f la sh
all is gone
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 8:14 PM UTC
There the three mates below the simultaneous dirt
in foggy hour,
Sunday stir
Bird chirp beyond the leafless limbs
Burnt paper masks around the leaflet scene
Awash the winter weighted storm, a propeller-sound
rumbles the bumbled air
a hum-drum conundrum drumming engine from the cloud
a hum in the back pocket
at once I am looking up
unfamiliar craft
"who is it?"
knocks at the pod bay door
a small shape, splasmatic
falls beyond hillcrest into grey
f la sh
all is gone
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