Wings aloft she soars
circling the ordinary
in gun-sight silhouette.
I’ll cut her
from the sky
and fold her
to the ground still wet.
This intriguing poem was written by Nick Gibbs. (Photograph by Rose Perez)
Wings aloft she soars
circling the ordinary
in gun-sight silhouette.
I’ll cut her
from the sky
and fold her
to the ground still wet.
Nice combo!
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Thanks aplis7, I’m going to try a few more in this short-form; they tend to lend themselves to a certain ambiguity. And you can’t have too much of something you’re not too sure about…
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