The sweeping of Wings
Into candent Dawn
Welkin of turbid yellow
Punched with feathered fists of cloud-
Morn’s Pale Apparition lifts
Sorbile gems gleam in garland light
Kicked by creaking shoes-
Black starlings scatter
Beyond- a school bell’s keening
Slathered in mid-morning sun
Donning the Dew- slumping, careworn
Drenched in its memory
Eyes red with exhaust
Concrete dust and sun-baked blooms
Barbed thoughts pulsating-
Desiderium
