Inspired by Maxfield Parish’s “The Dinky Bird” On the clouds Of fruit-filled dreams I dream Of castles And fairy tales One ladder Each step— A movement in time Falling along a road Looking at the skyEach kiss a melody— The words, a broken cord Time protected In knotsAnd fortress walls …
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Abandoned streets Reveal a city’s state From each I see Reflected light in clouds The path I take Shows lights in neon red From each a hill Above the midnight crowds The birds are gone Departed sunset winds A new moon came Between the wind-blown …
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The moon has shadowed me, like stillborn air Along a country road, adrift in threads, Behind a worn out wheel, the pedals bare, As time leaves nothing here but cast off dead. I share these words with clouds in wind-washed treads, Where rock-strewn shores in …
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