A poetry journal of everyday clippings |
| Iron and concrete poles entwine in a whimsical embrace while the doves as toppers--perched on the railing--absorb the rays of the sun. Inside twitching seasons, their days seesaw, as all life must come and go, but a dove does not scorn with a harsh, critical gaze the railing on the bridge it roosts on. (from "Para/Poem Challenge "Open"" ) |