SWANS IN THE CLOUDS
I thought I saw it first
but migratory birds beat me to it
for they do fly closest don't they ?
Untiring wings flapping beside
a host of celestial sculptors,
The creators of moving alabaster
The artists who paint mist
and fashion ever changing soluble marble
into visions for mankind
The craftsmen that contour imagination under the firmament
with a slow hand but poetic consequence
We saw it next!
The Swans in the clouds
spreading wings lazily over an ever dissolving trail
Humidity spinning like clay on a potter's wheel
Disintegrating into snowfall and hail
Migratory passengers huddled in a steel cage
hurtling in an invention of the modern age
privileged with a window to opportunity
to observe precipitation exclusively
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