October bad poetry #3 Geese flew into the gloaming. Bodies - TopicsExpress



          

October bad poetry #3 Geese flew into the gloaming. Bodies holding formation Spelling out secret words I couldnt quite understand. Sanskrit or heiroglyphics Or something... They spoke of seasonal changes; Leaves turning, days shortening, grapes being cut, rains returning And winter a-coming. They painted out instinct And the wisdom of generations of flocks With every solid wing stroke As they flew westward Chasing the dying summer sun. But I saw it. My fey eyes saw it all.
Posted on: Sat, 04 Oct 2014 00:50:49 +0000

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