Monday, July 5, 2010

mississippi flyway

cobalt summer sky drowns
in night
hanging on
losing light.
autumn is in motion
skirting the shores
of summer
like waves on the ocean.
mothers and babies
have no map or direction
but they prepare
for a journey...
uncharted perfection.
singing along a path
of anscestors
and legends
beating wings speed
driven by forces of
primal need.
unaware of
inevitable mouring.
death crouches in
the waves,
the inky stains of
diaster wait in the
light of morning.
pink skies drown
in the black
and the mothers sink
like stones.

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