Tiny Gossamer Wing Poem by Charles Thomas Carter

Tiny Gossamer Wing



Fly trip-trap flap
tiny gossamer wing
made of caring tin
fleas dwarfed by flagellate
frowning outward, drifting in

hats, drum, window-well...
rising from the shrubbery.

I miss those monsters I called my friends.
I glue and they were rubbery.



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Thursday, September 1, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: abstract
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