Monday, March 30, 2015

POEM - The Smoke as Falls

From this height
The billowing smoke
From an enormous fire
Doesn't billow
Instead
The smoke
Looks like a waterfall of clouds
Splashing into the ground
Covering the landscape
In mist and spray
I am sure this is insensitive
An unseen
And unwanted observation
A thought too soon for now
But I am detached
Trapped on this floating tour bus
And beyond the multi-paned oval
The falls
Of smoke

Look nice






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