Birds Poem by Natasha Ashwe

Birds



Birds circle
the ash smothered,
soap sudsy
sponges of cloud
wiping slowly at
the blurred screen
of a serenely blue sky

And from the distance
they are pencil stroke moustaches
twitching on
the invisible faces made by the wind
as it passes by.

11 August 2003

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Natasha Ashwe

Natasha Ashwe

Kingston, Ontario.
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