The sky father and pregnant bride Rule the ebbing summer. Hand in hand the upper ether. Two outsreched fists reckoning Some twenty degrees above The horizon. A plane flies Shrinking, to the northwest. The sound waves move away Further apart, engines become A dulling and lowing lament. The yellow and black honey bee And the white winged butterfly; Old man tattered, wings painted Two small black full stop spots. Hover and alight the same yellow Weedy, boney, will to power Struggling cracked cement Verneal flower. Of a sudden A gust of wind whips across The parking lot and blows the Frail away. A child's soap bubble. Here and there. I walk the green fast growing Daily sprinkled town water Grassy church park. Four large black Yellow paneled cockatoos Screech unworldly. Buffet and spin This way and that, fighting and then Catching the wind full speeding away.
This is just a bunch of random images/thoughts jammed together. Ply upon Ply and all that...
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