LGW to SYD,
flight through time,
a while to while
away the hours.
As evening begins
its inky descent
to sleep, furry
green batons
trigger electric frazzles,
icicle-blue horns
exhaling light.
All we are
singular, miniature
among a crew of upturned
magenta roots.
Written: April 2022.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time as part of Savannah Brown's escapril challenge. A link to my Facebook writing page and Instagram page can be found on my HP home page.
