Pigeon wings flapping like a flat tire on I-385.
Soft black veins of Lemon butterflies searching for a kiss.
Shutters.
Shutters.
Shutters.
Slamming out summer.
Soundings
reflection: spare crop / fleet mind
reflection: spare crop / fleet mind
Pigeon wings flapping like a flat tire on I-385.
Soft black veins of Lemon butterflies searching for a kiss.
Shutters.
Shutters.
Shutters.
Slamming out summer.
Love the repetition in this poem. I could see the black ‘opening and closing’ before my eyes.
Thanks Maxine, I appreciate you stopping by to read.
You’ve captured the contrasting sounds of each image with stunning precision!
Thanks Brad.