These ships of white,
sailing past the wings of the metal bird.
Always away, in formations to unknown points.
Casting shadows upon the face of the earth,
in one dimension . . . absurd!
Small ones, large ones, all moving away from me.
Some flat, some puffy, some long ones, and some
as sheets . . . migrating.
What are these ships of white and,
where are they going? |
