She wonders where to go, clueless in her ceramic cage,
with octaves oceanic (there's an oaf in my ocarina)
But Oh! Her delight when her Breather goes soprano
a whippoorwill trying her wings in the sauna sky
laps of leisure in steamy cirrus clouds
(there's a glider on the Puget Sound)
And she knows the stories that abound
in the sensation of a sonnet
(though you may shake a speare at the classic verse)
She's licked the pearl pages of such pretty pamphlets.
You could say she's been around ...
Fighting flights of fancy through Fraser fir,
as busy as a bee, like she's got somewhere to be
(an important meeting with the sea?
a journey through Farrah Fawcett follicles?)
And things aren't always what they seem,
keeping close ties with Elohim,
lubricating our lungs with lovely life (and the pockets of air between the knife)
More hypocritical than Hebraic Hitler.
With tornadoes in tow
and summer waves that flow
(she has secrets to disclose
for elements in the know)
NOTE: Puget Sound is a sound along the northwestern coast of Washington. Elohim is a Hebraic term for God.
Written on March 18th, 2016
For the Element Wind Contest Hosted by Brian Davey
Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016
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