UntitledA Poem by Wilyem Clark
The untethered Mylar balloon, Star-shaped party favor Held aloft by erratic winds, Skirted the tops of spindly trees. Catching an updraft, it ascended To reaches imperceptible, invisible To human eyes, Assimilated into immensurable Cerulean plasma.
Later that day,
A slew of reports: Casual watchers
Had clocked the progress of A vagabond UFO. © 2018 Wilyem Clark |
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Added on February 22, 2018 Last Updated on February 22, 2018 AuthorWilyem ClarkWashington, DCAboutI've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..Writing
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