This one fits into the realism category, I suppose. It's what I see when I watch things flying around in the wind.
The prompt for Day Twenty-Nine of PAD:
- Write a realism poem. A poem that is rooted in the real world. Or…
- Write a magical poem. A poem that incorporates magical or fantastical elements.
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Wind's Performance Is Captivating |
Windstorm Illusions
Cardboard soars on lilting gusts
of dust made from departed friends,
flapping
wings carrying
un-feathered short-billed
crow across gasoline stream,
landing
across the way where two paper bags
perform contact improvisation, butting edges
and then rolling along where stony-faced drivers
drop offspring off for a day of inclement weather,
multi-colored
grasses dance
on hillside,
creating mirage of ocean waves, making life
in the desert an ever-moving symphony of sight
*****
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