White Birds Poem by Patti Masterman
White Birds
White birds cover the sea of the parking lot;
No sails fly, and clouds are few between.
The air is hot, as they fight for rights to insects;
On oceans of cement, they drift like sailor's dreams.
White birds wait, for baking asphalts cooling;
Evening falls, and they vanish in the gloom.
Dew falls down, and with it ocean's ceilings,
While overhead, rides the face of smiling moon.
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4/19/2024 8:09:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Urban jungle, even the birds fight for rights.. Short yet descriptive read! : D