peaksA Poem by boston house kittenup into the clouds we float and go soft winged beasts unbowed here in plateau toft above whited tip, above wafted shore heretofore lost, aloft docile flow. above shy city passing below we jaunt, we tumble in hawking show, banshee bombers in games of kiss and run contralto-stratus paints our tableau. and wonder if clouds be so high as if to separate earth from sky, and cloud of heart or cloud of mind can thus keep us from true reply? if pure of heart, pure of mind, should one not see eye to eye? I'm fondest here atop whited peaks, playing banshee bombers cheek to cheek. pantomime generals replay our hawking show I'm happiest here, among the flow. © 2011 boston house kitten |
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