Thursday, October 17, 2013

Poem a Day 17

Sunrise on Birds and Ants

Light now trumpets like a train
as little airplanes swoop and swerve
in dogfights; little engines strain
to curve and curl and dive down straight.

In warmth below the traffic hums
through intersections, never ends;
constantly the engines thrum --
they turn around, anew begin.

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