Blown between thermals
black tips punctuate azure.
Steady glide
empty horizons loom.
Pitiful cries
Fear her own abandonment
and white headed stallions
charge below,
their salt sweat
scorch throat, blind eyes.
An inborn junction
she turns curse free
The scent of green
Fills the levanter
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 11:06 AM UTC
Blown between thermals
black tips punctuate azure.
Steady glide
empty horizons loom.
Pitiful cries
Fear her own abandonment
and white headed stallions
charge below,
their salt sweat
scorch throat, blind eyes.
An inborn junction
she turns curse free
The scent of green
Fills the levanter