Lament Of The Skysurf Poem by Luke J. Holt

Lament Of The Skysurf



It only rains now...
window panes maelstrom grey
until dawn recedes and clouds part

jays composed of blown-cable blue
bobbing still as kites
in the shimmering gas-like heat
of labor day afternoon

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