‘The Birds at Dawn’
from May-June poetry book, “Maydays”
Photo / Jim Winstead / Flickr
Poem By Brian Bolding
They dove away
Fleeing the light of the city
To some darker clouds overhead
Where you can’t see
The mischief and the agony
The calling from far far away
In another time, another world
Awakening forces
Trembling undercurrents
Something surreal
Flying in the air
Like a big blotch on the world
A monster with no hair
Diving into the sky
So alive and on fire
As the sun goes down.
6.17.17 129 pm sat bb.
Ballistik Coffee Boy. 
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