Black out Poem #2

Halfway Across

Caressed his boney fingers

The course from contemptuous embrace

Water and sky

On the paper beneath his hands

Atmosphere

Fell into rhythmatic design

Swirling together across the paper

As winds blown

Long lines suspiciously deck

The islands for a while

A bare suggestion shouldn’t

Bother the rain

It's not always easy to command attention

Forecast 

Had been experience

Halfway across

Or maybe more

I haven’t been living right

For your destination 

With a tendency

This last word gave him

Boundless pale attention

At last

Looking at anger

Required this person

Complete with wings

A species 

Nevertheless

Skin glowed

Eyes were clear

Lips were compressed

Slightly

Shoulders where broad

Hands 

Large and strong

The world on a leash

Was surely listening

With the sound of engines

I am only hoping

 

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