On the winter-swept platform,
Pools of water, like lakes of molten silver
Some, mirror-like, hold pieces of clear, blue sky
Others, melancholy, grey clouds.
Elsewhere, on the road. Puddles,
lagoons in a desert of tarmac. A tyre,
sending out teardrops of pewter.
Briefly they capture galaxies of light.
After, they meld back into the black surface
Where they wait, for one more flight in the sun.
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 11:26 AM UTC
On the winter-swept platform,
Pools of water, like lakes of molten silver
Some, mirror-like, hold pieces of clear, blue sky
Others, melancholy, grey clouds.
Elsewhere, on the road. Puddles,
lagoons in a desert of tarmac. A tyre,
sending out teardrops of pewter.
Briefly they capture galaxies of light.
After, they meld back into the black surface
Where they wait, for one more flight in the sun.